she bought the fabric and then made it before i came home

Pregnant (Bill Skarsgård)

Based upon: Bill’s reaction to hearing you’re pregnant. 

She had spent the last half hour pacing around her and Bill’s cottage in Sweden, waiting for him to return home from grocery shopping. It was eating her up, she was desperate to tell him, yet she almost feared what he would say; they were not trying for a child.

Finally she got tired of walking around the brightly lit, marbled living room and decided to sit on the leather sofa. However, she could not be still, tapping her foot and twisting her fingers together. She began to think, ‘What if he didn’t want a child? It was coming out in just under two weeks and he was surely going to be signed for more movies once people had seen how incredible he was as the demotic clown. He was just at the beginning of his career, one that could go on for years. It would be unfair to hinder him… he wouldn’t wan this’ She kept on with these fearful thoughts until the sound of the wooden door opening snapped her back into reality.

She could hear the shuffle of his loafers in the kitchen, the sound of crinkling plastic as he set the bags down on the counter.

“Hey Babe.” He called, tone so nonchalant it made her even more nervous.

He began to put the food that would last them for the next five days into the fridge.

“Bill?” She said quietly, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear her.

“Yeah?” His voice came from the kitchen.

She sat frozen on the couch, legs crossed and a knitted, white blanket around her shoulders. Suddenly, she did not want to tell him.


Her eyes snapped up, finding Bill standing in the doorframe. He was donning a black, wool jacket, dark jeans, russet coloured loafers and a confused expression.

She sank back against the supple fabric, then met Bill’s gaze. “I need to speak with you.” She announced cautiously.

He nodded, pale eyes filled with concern and he shrugged off his coat. Placing it on the table, he walked over to the couch she was sitting on.

Night had begun to fall, the once bright blue sky suddenly darker and painted with large streaks of burnt orange and small strokes of pale purple. The massive window in the room looked over the lake and gardens, both of which moved with the soft evening wind.

He took a seat beside her and she slowly turned towards him, pulling her legs into her chest. She was bracing herself for the worst.

“Are you alright?” He wondered.

She nodded. “I’m fine. I’m just…” She looked out the window, unable to bear the sight of his worried face. She took in the slowly lapping waves before speaking. “I love you.” She promised, tearing her eyes away from the outdoors and back to her boyfriend.

He took her small hand in his large one. “You can tell me anything okay? I love you too.” He assured her.

“Bill,” She took a deep breath, “I’m pregnant.”

Her whole body went stiff.

His pouty lips cracked into a wide smile and he pulled his lover into an embrace. It took her by surprise, her eyes were wide when he first hugged her, then went calm when she realized he was truly happy.

“I love you.” He breathed, lips near her ear. “I love you so fucking much, babe. You and our baby.” He finished.

She threw her arms around his neck and clung to him. “Are you sure it’s alright? I mean, we weren’t planning for this and your career is just starting to really take off… I don’t want to jeopardize your future.” She explained.

He pulled back and took her face into his hands. “You will never been an inconvenience to me. I swear it.” He promised her, his voice deep and passionate.

She believed him by his tone and way his pale green eyes darkened as he stared at her. It was then that it hit her, they were going to have a baby.

“Hey- Babe,” He soothed when he saw her eyes gloss over, “what’s wrong?”

Her rosy lips broke into a smile, tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. “No, no, it’s just…” She looked into his eyes, “We’re actually doing this.”

He grinned back once he realized she was okay.

“We’re doing this.”

Five months had passed since Bill found out about her pregnancy and it had been one and a half months since he had seen her last. He hated leaving her for a month and a half to shoot a film, but she assured him she would be fine. It turned out she was fine, everything was going perfectly well with the pregnancy. Yet she was terrified for him to return.

She stood under the rainfall shower head, letting the lukewarm water cascade down her bare body. Bill was to be home in a week; she missed him dearly.

After her shower, she stood in the grand closet, grabbing a oversized flannel and sweatpants for the evening.

She dropped the fire red, silk robe Bill had bought her in Paris a year back and she caught her reflection in the rectangular floor to ceiling mirror placed beside her shoe collection. Her mouth dropped.

The first few months did not have much affect on her appearance, sure, she looked slightly bigger, but it was nothing incredibly noticeable. So when she took at the reflection, her heart sunk.

Immediately her mind went to her boyfriend, he had never seen her so large before. She wasn’t daft, obviously she would get bigger; she was growing a child inside of her, but Bill had left when she had just hit three and a half months. The idea that he would think she was ugly plagued her thoughts. There were so many stories on the internet and news about men who had left, cheated or refused to sleep with their partner because they were 'fat.’ Bill wasn’t like those cruel men, he would never do something like that to her. Despite that comforting knowledge, she still felt like shit.

The front door opened and she heard the thump of his bags on the hardwood floor.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m home!” He called.

“I’m in the living room, Babe.” She replied, snuggling deeper into the soft blanket.

He strode down the hall and into the living room, smiling at the sight of her curled up on the sofa.

“How are you feeling?” He wondered.

She smiled, “Everything’s going well.”

He knelt down and hand his large hand through her fine hair. “Do you have an Ultrasound soon?” He asked.

“A week fews.” She said easily, yet felt so relieved. She was wearing an incredibly large sweatshirt over her black joggers, so he couldn’t see the difference.

He pressed his lips to her forehead and gave her a chaste kiss before standing, “Alright. Are you hungry? I can make stir fry soon if you’d like.”

She gave him a small smile, he really was a great boyfriend. “Yes, thank you.” She responded.

He headed off to the kitchen.

They had always taken showers together with the exception of the days Bill had to get up at the crack of dawn to shoot scenes for a movie.

She did not want to shower with him anymore.

He found her in a bubble bath one night, orange candles being the only source of light in the room. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the bathroom door opening.

“I thought you went out.” She said, a bit too quickly.

He watched as she sank further into the bubbles, leaning her head against the smooth porcelain tub.

“I was supposed to meet Alex but I didn’t want to leave you.” He explained.

He moved to the vanity and leaned against the counter, hands holding the granite.

“You should go. I’m fine here.” She said, trying to sound encouraging.

He shook his head. “What’s going on, Babe? You’ve been… distant ever since I got back.” He confessed.

“No, everything is fine Bill. I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” She apologized.

He sighed and sauntered across the bathroom until he reached the tub where he knelt down onto his knees. Her breath hitched in her throat as he reached his hand out to stroke her neck, moving down to her collarbone. Never had she felt uncomfortable when he touch her. In fact, it was quite the opposite; the feeling of his hands all over her body was something she used to crave. He made her feel good.

But when his hand slipped below the water, she immediately pulled away from him. She couldn’t look into his eyes, knowing they would be filled with worry and confusion.

“Babe…” He said softly.

He definitely knew something was up now.

Her back was pressed against the opposite side of the tub, hands gripping the porcelain on either side of her and her the tops of her slightly larger breasts were exposed. Her breathing was heavy.

“Please tell me what’s going on.” He pleaded.

She could hear the desperation in his voice and she knew it was unfair to keep him in the dark about what she was going through.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”

She lifted her eyes to meet his, chest still rising and falling quicker than usual.

His heart broke at the sight of her.

“I just want to be alone.” She whispered, breaking contact with him.

He knew that she wanted her space, she had completely shut him out.

She woke in an instant when she felt movement in her stomach. Immediately, she sat up in bed, her breaths turning laboured and hand clutching her large belly.

Beside her, Bill opened his eyes at the commotion. When he saw her sitting up, he threw the sheets back and rose, watching her with concern.

“What’s wrong?” He asked quickly.

Her eyes widened when she understood it was their baby kicking.

“No- nothing! Bill they’re kicking!” She exclaimed, dramatically relieved.

He let out a deep breath.

“Can I?” He asked softly.

Her wide smile dropped as she looked at him.

“Please tell me.”

She sighed and took his hand in her right hand, with the other she pulled her red and black flannel above her stomach and placed it on her large bump.

He understood.

“You’re beautiful.” He leaned down to kiss her stomach. “You’re absolutely stunning.” He promised her.

She ran her fingers in his messy brown hair, combing through the small tangles. He sat up and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately.

He loved her, no matter what.

{PART 3} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Thinking that you’re about to be fired, you start panicking about how you’ll survive with no job. Jungkook still can’t answer the many questions he has about you - and he questions himself in turn.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Why me?

Description: The reader is Caroline’s weaker and practically invisible twin sister. You get along with others but they often misunderstand you. So when you are invited to the ball by Klaus, whom you have a secret crush on, it means the whole world to you. And when you get there Klaus makes you feel like the most beautiful girl there.

Characters: Klaus x Reader

Gender: Female/Dress Wearer

Triggers: Mentions of loneliness and abandonment

Words: 2,487 - this is the longest one I’ve written!

This was Requested by anon - This was a great request, I hope I did it justice.

Originally posted by my-king-klaus

Originally posted by parasoli

I’m kind of making some stuff up to fit what I want to do with this prompt

You left the Salvatore house, sure that no one noticed at all. They were to preoccupied to notice you anyway. They cared for a while, when you and Caroline were turned, well, Stefan did. But more and more happened, and it was like you faded away. You had more control over your Vampirism than Caroline, but she was stronger so she was included more in the problems you were all facing, everyone tried to push you out, thinking you couldn’t handle it, so they left you alone. 

You tried to explain to them you could help, Matt could why couldn’t you? You figured it was because no one understood you. You had trouble being clear with your thoughts, no one could keep up with them. Hell, you barely could sometimes. 

You and Carolines relationship was strained these days. You two use to be so close, you were twins after all. Though, not identical. You wish you were sometimes, Caroline was so beautiful, you figured that was why Klaus was interested in her. Why did you care anyway? Klaus was the bad guy wasn’t he? Caroline couldn’t care about him any less. Why didn’t he like you? Why didn’t anyone like you? You use to cry over this all the time, but now, you were so use to it, you no longer wasted your tears on those who didn’t care about you.

Before you knew it, you had walked all the way home. Walking in you call out “I’m home mom!” hearing no response you figured she was at work. You walked up the stairs and went into your room. Your eyes immediately going to the box on your bed. Walking over you saw an invitation to the Mikaelsons ball, you picked it up ready to take it to Carolines room, Klaus must have gotten her a gift or something, and thought this was her room. 

Stopping before you left your room, you looked back down at the box, you wanted to know what was in it. “It was on my bed. If she gets mad at me for opening it, it’s not my fault.” you said out loud to yourself. 

Turning around you put the box back on your bed. You took the envelope, opening it looking at the invitation you turn it over. You couldn’t believe what was on the back. “Save me a dance y/n. Fondly, Klaus” he wasn’t serious was he? He invited you and not Caroline? He must be up to something. Glancing at the box you slowly took the lid off gasping at what was in the box. A beautiful red sparkling gown. You touched it gently feeling the fabric. 

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“Caught Up” (Yugyeom Smut)

Originally posted by wonshu

Title: Caught Up

Featuring: Yugyeom (GOT7) X Noona Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: NC-17

Summary: After giving Yugyeom an eyeful of your slinky undergarments, you use the incident as fodder to tease him, but the tease might have gone too far this time.

Requested by anon! I don’t know why it took me so long to finish this, but here we go!


That sing-songy voice rang out across the room and sent a cringe through your body. You absolutely hated when Yugyeom called you that, even though it was accurate. You were older than him, sure, but he had a way of teasing you about it that dug at you. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face when he said it.

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Remembrance (Bigby x Reader)

Originally posted by zaeedsmassani

“Damn.” Bibgy grumbled, tugging at the starched collar of his dress shirt. “I really wish Snow wouldn’t make such a big deal of things.”

I laughed.

“Aw, c’mon Bigby! You can’t tell me that, out of all your years spent dispensing justice in Fabletown, you’ve never once attended the Remembrance Ball?”

“Eh, dances aren’t really my thing. I’ve got two left feet: sometimes four.” He flashed a small, self-satisfied grin my way. “I still can’t believe that you’re coming to the ball. I thought for sure Cole or Snow would try to bar you from attending. Not because they don’t like you or anything! But y’know… It’s a celebration for fables and you’re… uh… not one.” Bigby looked away at the dusty elevator wall as he scratched his head, giving me a chance to look at his slicked back hair. It almost looked presentable.

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Shredded Clothes - Stiles Stilinski Smut

Paring: Stiles x Reader


Word Count: 3,077 words

Release Date: Apirl, 8, 2017 (AKA STILES’ BIRTHDAY BIATCHES)

Author: @lukehemmo134



You waited for your boyfriend Stiles to get into your car so both of you could get away from the supernatural for awhile. You didn’t mind the supernatural, but you just never had enough time with your boyfriend anymore to do anything special. So you planned out the day for you and Stiles to have a day together, no Werewolves, no Banshees, no Deadpool, just you and Stiles.

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: An Evening of Firsts

since we finally get to post our pieces, here’s the chlonette piece that i did for @miraculouspridezine​ (i also wanted to do a quick shoutout for @acequeenm-art​ for doing such wonderful complementary art for it. please go follow them they’re so talented and an absolute sweetheart it was so much fun working with them ^.^)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: An Evening of Firsts
Summary: “I’m seventeen and I thought I’d finally get to knock off all my firsts tonight. First date with a girl, first time holding hands with a girl, first time sharing a meal, first time kissing, first time….doing a lot of things.” Chloe gets stood up on a date and Marinette comes just in time to make the evening magical again

An Evening of Firsts

Chloé waited on the bench in the park for exactly one hour and thirty seven minutes, and by that time she knew that her date wasn’t coming.

Margot seemed too good to be true when Chloé had met her at her father’s Charity Ball. It was the way she was able to sip from champagne flutes without smudging her lipstick and walk in a long, opulent evening gown without stepping on the train or tripping up the stairs. Looking back, Margot’s flirting was too smooth and too polished, almost as if she were speaking from a script she’d memorized long ago and refined through repeated use. But she was a year older than Chloé, and the fact that she took interest in her while carrying herself with such effortless grace left Chloé dazzled.

They texted for only two days before Chloé lost her patience and asked Margot if she would be willing to go on a date with her — a walk through the park at six, dinner at seven, and a show at nine. It was a hassle to get her to agree on a day, seeing as how Margot always seemed to have something to do no matter what Chloé suggested, but Chloé forced herself to be as flexible as she could until they both agreed to meet each other that Friday night.

For the four days leading up to the date, Chloé was a flurry of nerves and excitement because she knew it was going to be a day of firsts. It was so frustrating to accept that you only liked girls only to realize later on how hard it was to find others like you to share your feelings with, so Chloé wanted everything to be special. She bought a brand new mustard dress to wear with her favorite pair of heels, she spent all morning getting a manicure and a fresh blow out, she slaved in front of her vanity for an hour getting her makeup just right, and she even stopped by a flower stand to buy Margot a small bundle of tulips as a little surprise.

Chloé got to the park early, texted Margot that she was sitting by the big oak tree, and waited.

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BTS Reactions~ Sleeping with JK for the first time:

Jungkook Oneshot | smut

Flopping yourself onto your bed, you sighed at the terrible weather outside. Rain, rain and more rain. Why, on this day of all days? Today was Saturday, Date day, or whatever it’s name really was. It was basically the day where you could drag Jungkook away from his console and get him to go and do whatever you wanted.

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Dragon Song

A/N: This one shot is a little something I cooked up for EPILOGUE DAY!! It is full of my favorite things: fluffy Romione sweetness, Romione flirting, and Ron being the best dad ever! In my heart, I have been with them on the platform today! All was well. 

It was not unusual for Hermione to wake up early; she rarely even needed the alarm; it was set more out of habit than necessity. What was unusual was for her to wake to an empty bed. Her sleepy hand met nothing but disappointingly cold sheets as it searched in vain for her husband. She rolled over to check the time. Could she have overslept on such an important day? They had gone to bed rather late, and she had slept fitfully for most of the previous week, so it was not an altogether impossible scenario.


Ok, she had most definitely not overslept, and for a moment she breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. Wait. Where’s Ron? She felt a vague sense of unease. It had been years since she had woken to find him out of bed. He didn’t work odd hours anymore, the nightmares had long faded for them both, and the kids were way past the days of waking them in the middle of the night.

The kids. Had she been so knackered that she had missed one of them needing something? Rose had been characteristically unphased by the idea of starting Hogwarts, but nerves may have set in at last. Not wanting to leave Ron to handle it alone, not that he couldn’t, Hermione got up and donned her robe before heading down the hall toward Rose’s room.

She found the door closed and could not make out any noise coming from inside. Could be a silencing charm…trying not to wake Hugo. With the quiet gentleness of practiced mums everywhere, she eased the door open, surprised to find her daughter fast asleep and her husband nowhere in sight. While she was relieved to know that Rose was apparently fine, she was even more confused as to where Ron might be.

Deciding to check the kitchen first important events do tend to make him hungry, Hermione headed down stairs. She chuckled at the memory of their wedding morning. He had dispatched nearly a dozen eggs and more bacon than should be consumed in a year before Harry had shown up to take him to the Burrow. And then, when they had checked in to St. Mungo’s for Rose to be born, her bag had been packed with nappies and blankets while his had been packed with roast beef and potatoes. 

She found the kitchen empty; it was exactly as she had left it before going to bed, complete with a small bag of goodies for Rose to take with her on the train. Ron had packed that himself, making sure to stock it with all of her favorites. Hermione had a strong suspicion that there was also a fair sum of money included as well, just in case she wanted to buy something from the trolley.

As she turned to leave, a faint sound caught her attention. At first it was difficult to place, but as she studied it, she decided it was music. Following the sound, she noticed light coming from the door of the small room which she and Ron shared as an office.  She found him, head resting on the back of his worn, black swivel chair, clutching the origin of the whimsical musical sound. Held in his large hands, resting against his chest, the small patchwork fabric dragon looked especially tiny. Hermione knew the toy immediately, even though she could not properly remember the last time she had seen it.

“Do you remember what you told me when you bought it?” If Ron was startled by her presence or her question, he gave no indication.

“ ‘Course I do,” his voice, worn with lost sleep and emotion still contained the warmth and humor that she loved so much, “If we can survive riding a blinking dragon outta Gringotts, we can handle one little baby.”  

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He Goes by the Name H. One

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: DJ!Chae Hyungwon x Reader

Rating: G (at least for now lol)

Genre: Romance


Part: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - end

a/n Him DJ-ing at KCON Japan was what inspired me to write this, because he looks dang hot being a DJ.

Part 1 is short but the next chapters would be long and even more interesting, i promise!

“Oh come on, (y/n)! It’s gonna be lit!” Your bestfriend was still tugging at the hem of your sleeve as you walk around in the kitchen, preparing the lunch for the two of you.

“Nope. I’m not going.” You shook your head. “You know i don’t like that kind of music. It’s too loud!”

“Oh my God, (y/n). All you do is just work. At least have some fun!”

You sipped on the orange juice you just poured and gave your bestfriend one. “Can you just go with your other friends?”

She sighed and put down her glass. “No… I can’t give them.” She said in lower tone.

“Then let them pay for the ticket. That’s easy.” You leaned on the counter.

“The thing is… I can’t sell it.” She looked up to you and grabbed something from her pocket. “It’s the backstage pass. I can’t sell it.”

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Long Live - Chapter 3

Guys, i have to say your kind messages make my day. Thank you all so much for coming back and keeping up with this fic. Would you guys be interested if i uploaded an chapter schedule or not?

Summary: Virgil was everything a future prince shouldn’t be. The quiet, antisocial kid at school who was the last person anyone ever expected to be the future leader of a faraway country. Luckily, that’s what Roman was there for.

Pairing: Prinxiety 

Words: 2441

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anonymous asked:

Ah, ok! I'd love to read your version of Frank buying lingerie for his s/o. It's the first time he's done anything like this since buying it for Maria and I can hear his heart breaking but also wanting to move forward. Angsty smutty and soft Frank is my favorite. If you're up to it, I appreciate it! Thank you so much for feeding into the Frank thirst trap ❤️❤️

Anon, here it is!  I didn’t follow it exactly, but I still kept it close so I apologize if it wasn’t what you were looking for :/    This is my first time writing a fic based on a request and my first time posting my writing on tumblr so gahhhh, let’s do this! 


Jesus Christ, his hands felt clammy. He can face a gang of gun-toting drug suppliers with a bloody smile, but the idea of walking into a lingerie store makes him feel like a goddamn teenager about to ask his crush to prom.

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{PART 10} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Sad, Angst

Summary: Jaebum finds himself being haunted by the memory of you - the memories you can’t remember at all.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

{Part 1} //{Part 9} {Part 10} {Part 11}

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Long Live - Chapter 10

Ahhhh, we’re on the home stretch now! Thank you to @ilovemyspoopydad and @mylasagnaisraw, you’re both sensational with your editing! Thank you to everyone who commented lovely messages on the last chapter, they inspire me to write! 

Pairing: Prinxiety 

Words: 2235

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Title: Grave Dancers

Words: 4K+

Rated: T

Characters/Ship: Nalu

For @tsukiko-mizukami. Happy Halloween! I’m not sure where this came from, buy enjoy!

{i don’t know what i’m supposed to do, haunted by the  g h o s t  of you.}

Natsu tosses the butt of his cigarette onto the ground, smothering it beneath his boot and blowing smoke from his nose slowly. The smoky haze and the fog of his breath swirl around him in little wisps, like ghosts dancing around him in circles. For a moment, the scent of roses tickles his senses, a fingertip trailing down his cheek, thumb catching on his lip before disappearing entirely. He pulls his coat tighter around himself, wetting his lips as his fingers find the worn edges of his scarf, the white fabric falling apart after so many years of use.

He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, fingers finding a cold band of silver tucked against his hip. The metal chills him through his shirt, skin tingling where the silver touches his hands, and his fingers tremble as he grasps at it desperately, the metal biting into his hand, smooth to the touch but so cold it burns.

People in masks pass him on the sidewalk, children in costumes talking animatedly, out long past when they should have been home. Weary adults eye him as they pass, gripping their children’s hands tighter, their bodies tense. Teens in costumes meant for adults slip by, giggling and staring, talking in hushed whispers as they glance his way, stumbling slightly, alcohol on their breaths. Natsu doesn’t wear a mask. Where he’s going he won’t need one.

Slowly, he pushes his free hand through his hair, pulling at the tangles, his brightly dyed hair in knots, mangled. His roots are long past beginning to show again, but he hasn’t had the energy to bleach them again, the dark strands over an inch long, the pink in his hair faded, almost hazy, muted. He looks like he belongs here, alone in the dark, the streets dark and the air damp, the smell of rotting pumpkins hanging in the air.

He takes a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut. He craves the cigarette he already put out, fingers itching to grab the pack shoved into his back pocket, but he holds back. There are only three left, three hours until midnight, the witching hour. Three hours until Mavis will see him. One cigarette per hour, that’s what he promised himself.

Lucy always hated it when he smoked, said one day his lungs were just going to give out on him. He would only laugh, tell her he wasn’t worried about his lungs, but it never stopped her from frowning at him, lips twisted in a way that made him sad to see, her eyes dark, no spark of life left to them, a hazy clouding her golden eyes.

Natsu would tell her a joke then, run his fingers along her rib cage until she cracked a smile and laughed and laughed until she cried. And he would kiss that smile, ash on his tongue, roses and smoke in the air, and she would call him an idiot and everything would be okay. They were okay. They were always okay.

He quit for a while, twice. The first was when they were younger, before he couldn’t go more than a few hours without feeling the smoke in his lungs, the burning in his chest and in his throat, before her father came back and his disappeared and everything went to shit. He couldn’t handle the stress and neither could she, but they always did have different vices. Natsu was slowly killing himself and Lucy bought novels she would never read, stacking bookshelves with paper and ink, money blown on fairy tales and paperbacks in languages they could never speak.

The second was after she was already long gone, December creeping along his skin like a disease, the bright leaves and spicy scent of autumn giving way to bitter winds and cold hearts.

She always joked that he was slowly killing himself, the cigarettes burning holes in his lungs, and he meant to quit after she—and he meant to, but at that point he figured he was already gone too.

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Season one - Chocolate drops do not constitute medicine

Season two -  You never gave up on me

Season three - Chasing his demons

Season four - Material things

Season five -  There’s no place like home

Fight The future - To the ends of the earth

Season six - Swaying isn’t dancing

Season seven - Playing with fire

‘Imperfect fish’

Season eight.


I very nearly lose my nerve as I stand before the dark hardwood of Mulder’s apartment door, fingers curled loosely into a fist that pauses around an inch or so from the wooden surface as I try to convince myself to either alert him to my presence or to just turn around and walk away; propelled along the narrow corridor by the sure knowledge of his continued indifference toward me.  

The number 4 of the ‘42’ has shifted slightly again and I realise it was one of those things I meant to fix when he was gone, a stupid bargain with myself that if I fixed it, he would come back to me; that he would come back and we would just pick up where we left off – with one obvious addition to our dynamic of course.  And I suppose I partly got what I had wished for during those months he was missing, because by some divine miracle he was returned to me.  This man I buried in the cold, hard earth of the unforgiving mid-winter as the tiny spark of new life fluttered inside me; a life resilient in the face of such heartbreak that left me not knowing how I would ever carry on.  But for him, for the child I carried inside of me, my one remaining link to a man who had become my everything, I somehow managed to weave the tattered threads of my life around me and found the strength to open my eyes every morning against the darkness that threatened to envelop me with every single second that passed without Mulder by my side.

And then the myriad of emotion when the call came from the hospital.

Disbelief, hope, desperation, joy and finally, finally when he opened his eyes, such an overwhelming feeling of love for him that I feared I might never breathe again without him.

But it wasn’t the same, he wasn’t the same.

He isn’t the same.

The man who left me so many months ago is an almost forgotten memory in the face of the man who has returned; and if I hadn’t actually read his medical records, I would doubt my own certainty that it is really him.

And even though I have tried to give the space he so obviously needs, if anything as the days turn into weeks he is withdrawing further and further away from me, holding me at arm’s length even as I see the confusion and uncertainty in his eyes on the rare occasions he allows his guard to drop even a little.  But I rejoice in those rare moments because at least he is giving me something, some way of attempting to reach out to him even when his expression becomes clouded once more as his barriers slam back in place, a defence against everything he perceives he has lost as he falls back on the tried and tested banter that sustained us during the early months of our partnership before trust took over and the mutual wariness of each other began to fade.

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satanslilcherry  asked:

Hi! Today I'm feeling really bad about my body and stuff. Could you please write some hc about rfa+minor trio reacting to MC how's feeling like shit bc her father keeps bodyshaming her? Pretty please

Hey, I’m sorry to hear you’re feeling bad about your body. I hope these headcannons will make you feel a little better. I tried to keep this gender neutral and vary in body Imagine issues, because it’s not always about how big you are, I know some people are subconscious about how skinny they are, or if they don’t have an muscles. Also sorry these took so long, but I wanted to make each one as accurate as I could. 

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Bite Me (Part 8)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (no pairings…yet…)

Warnings: Minor character deaths, violence

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,886

A/N: This is the eighth installment in my first ever fanfic series. So many people have jumped on the bandwagon recently, and I love each and every one of you. This part is smooth sailing… after the first part of the flashback. I swear. Thank you all so much for sharing the love and giving me feedback and encouragement. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

Read (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

I had just turned twenty-four when Uncle Jay died. He had been gone longer than his predicted one week, so I strapped a pack to my back and set out with Arlo to check in. I found him a few days later, most of his limbs strewn out across a cave. I allowed myself time to mourn, but my shocked brain never really fully grasped what had happened. Completely alone for the first time in my entire life, my mind defaulted into hunter mode, making quick work of gathering Uncle Jay’s remains before salting and burning the pile. There were other bones and limbs inside the cave, some fresher than others, but none of them belonged to a monster. I had brought what I needed with me to finish the job, so it was only a matter of setting my trap and waiting.

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anonymous asked:

since it's october, may i request the mc getting scared after watching horror movies late at night and the rfa members trying to comfort her? i love your blog a lot and your writing is very well done btw !!

Hello!! Firstly, thank you for your kind words! I love being an author. And yes! I love horror movies so this was fun to write. I hope I fulfilled your request. This got super long, I didn’t know if you wanted a scenario or headcanons so I just went with what I thought worked best! I hope u liKE IT 

  It was 1am. You should have been resting with your beloved, but here you were instead, intently munching on snacks and watching horror films … alone. October had been in season and the movie specials were already getting shown, why not have some free time to yourself to watch them? Of course, Yoosung would be too afraid to accompany you, so he was already resting up in bed. Horror movies never particularly scared you all that much anyway. I mean, they’re just movies, right?
  One movie after another, the characters seemed to be lacking more and more intelligence. Why did they go into that room? Why didn’t they turn on the goddamn lights? Why the hell do they think it’s a good idea to do any of this?! Their thoughtless actions made you cringe, but what made you cringe even more, was the gore. It was an unsettling amount of blood that made your stomach turn. As the movie progressed, the plot grew thicker quite surprisingly. It left you craving for the answers to your unsolved questions and urged you to continue watching. God damn it! They killed your favorite character off! The only one who seemed to have a decent amount of brain cells. But just when you thought the worst part was over, the jumpscares had just begun. One after another, after another, after another the intimidating creatures started to appear on the screen so suddenly. You squealed loudly and clutched at the closest pillow you could to muffle your shrieks. You shut the TV off immediately after seeing a very unsettling image of some corpses. Okay, maybe watching horror films this late wasn’t that good of an idea.
  You scattered off to Yoosung’s room, hoping to find him asleep at such an ungodly hour, but alas, he was deep into another LOLOL game. You stood in the doorway trembling, on the verge of tears. You could barely whimper out his name and you felt so embarrassed by it. “Y-Y-Yoosung … sweetheart?” you stuttered, eyes pooling with tears. Yoosung could hear you very vaguely through his headset, which made you sound really muffled. He took them off and rotated his chair to face you. As soon as he saw your tears, he shut off his computer promptly and ran to your side.
  “Honey, what’s wrong?” Yoosung whimpered, kissing your wet cheeks. He hated seeing you upset, it was always that way. Whenever you got sad, he got sad, and vice versa. You grabbed at his sweater like a child and buried your face in it, your tears staining the fabric. He smelled faintly of your own perfume, what a lovely fragrance.
  “Horror movies are really scary. I see why you don’t like them. The monsters … they won’t come get me, will they?!” you cried into his sweater. He brushed his fingers through your messy hair and kissed the top of your head. He used his index finger and thumb to gently grasp your chin to adjust your face so it’d face upwards towards him.
  “Not on my watch. I’ll be your watch dog and protect you always!” Yoosung smiled. It comforted you so much. He rested his head on yours and inhaled the soft aroma of your shampoo. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

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