spent the whole damn day on this

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"Delete that now!" with Sam!

Originally posted by marvelousspider

You dropped to the ground, looking under the couch once again. One hundred fucking floors in this god damn tower and you had managed to lose your phone on one of them and you didn’t know which one. Doing another lap around the kitchen you finally spotted an iPhone in a blue case and jumped for joy. You snatched it up, putting it securely in your pocket before finally running off to go shopping with Natasha.

You guys had spent the whole day out and about in the city just having a nice girl’s day when you finally returned home that evening, exhausted and completely shopped out. When you felt the phone in your pocket buzz. You pulled out and scrunched your face at the name that popped up.

“Who the hell is Brian and why do I have his number?” You asked Nat.

“Oh, is that the guy from the bar last week?” She piped up, looking over your shoulder.

“What guy at the bar?” You quirked your brow at her.

“Oh sweetie.” She cocked her head. “Just answer it, he was cute!”

“Hello?” You pulled the phone to your ear.

“Um, hello? Who is this?” The man on the other end asked.

“What do you mean who is this? You called me.” You snapped.

“No, I called Sam. Do you know where he is?” You pulled the phone away from your face, finally inspecting it more closely.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, I must have grabbed his phone by mistake. I’ll have him call you back when I find him. Again, I’m so sorry!” You hung up, completely mortified as Nat laughed in your face.

“I have your phone!” Sam yelled as the elevator doors opened.

“And I have your phone!” You yelled back.

You accidentally clicked the side button, making the lock screen light up and your eyes go wide. Sam’s lock screen appeared to be a picture of you bent over in your stealth suit. You turned the lit screen around to face him, your face still riddled with shock. His expression quickly mirrored yours as he saw what you were looking at.

“You wanna explain?” You inquired, shaking the phone in your hand.

“Not really if I’m being honest.” He smiled innocently at you.

“Delete it now!” You said sternly, holding tightly on the phone as he tried to take it from your hand.

He used both hands to pry your fingers off the phone one by one. As soon as he got ahold of it he took off running.

“Dammit Sam! Delete that photo!” You ran after him.

“Never!” He yelled, laughing.

You stopped in your tracks once you were far enough away from Nat and the others. “If you delete it, I’ll let you take a better one.”

That stopped him.


1.2K DRABBLE CELEBRATION

must’ve been born with two right feet

Nursey doesn’t usually go to these things alone. He can usually find a date - or at least a friend - to make everything a little less awkward. This is Jack and Bitty’s wedding, though, which means that all of his friends are already here. It also means that the only person he would want to bring as a date is already here, too, looking unfairly dapper in his grey suit.

He’s jumping around on the dance floor with Chowder and Farmer when the DJ announces that she’s switching over to a slow song, and he ducks out to sit down at the table.

He doesn’t mind sitting and watching the couples dancing, Chowder lifting Farmer off her feet to spin her around, Ransom with his face tucked into Holster’s neck, Jack leaning down so his forehead rests on Bitty’s, but he’s spent the whole damn day fantasizing about what might’ve been if he had the balls to just ask -

“Do you want to dance?”

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Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 1

Originally posted by callmeminseok

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (Part 1/6)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 5,972

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 5/?)

Okay, I’m not proud of this part, but I need some time-filler before cool things start happening.

I asked you for any recommendations and adivces, you wrote me about dinners, hickeys, jealousy, it’s all coming soon, I promise!

I already almost finished part 6, but I think I will postpone it and make it part 7 and write new part 6 if that makes sense lol

PART 1     PART 2      PART 3     PART 4


Bryce and Zach were literally sitting on the grass in front on Bryce’s house and waiting for us to come.

“Finally! What took you so long?!”, Bryce asked when we got out of the car.

“She drives like shit”, Monty said.

“Excuse me?!”, I knew we had to make up an explanation on why we were gone for so long, but boy, no one will talk shit about my driving. “I had to refuel”, I lied.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t drive like shit”, he looked at me with cocky grin.

“Guys, still, it’s like five minutes road”, Zach said. “Ten in both ways. Fifteen with refueling. And you were gone for like fourty-five. So…”, he crossed his arms on his chest. “What were you doing for missing thirty minutes?”, he squizzed his eyes at looked at me, then at Monty, again at me and again at Monty. 

“Okay, fine”, I rolled my eyes. “His parents aren’t home for a weekend and his mum left him lasagne or something like that and because he’s drunk so after he found shisha, he felt a little hungry and well, he ate the whole damn thing”, I shrugged. It was probably the most stupid lie ever, but at least snouded like something that would last around 30 minutes.

“What?”, he mouthed and glared at me.

“Have fun, boys”, I smiled at them and went back to the party.

I spent rest of the night on drinking coca-cola, watching boys playing berr pong, talking to peple and spotting Montgomery being very touchy with his new friend. I wasn’t obviously jealous of her, I was actually feeling sorry for her, because she probably thought he would call her in day or two, but well, surprise, it’s Monty, girls don’t get a call from him after he gets what he wants.

***

First thing I saw on Monday morning in school was Montgomery harassing some freshman.

“Monty”, I stood next to them. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, I asked calmly.

“He started it”.

“Blah, blah, blah”, I rolled my eyes. “Right now I see you, holding him by his shirt”, I looked at his clenched fists. “Hands to yourself, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth.

Finally he released the other guy.

“Go to the class, kid”, I said and gave him a little smile. I looked at Monty with serious look on my face. “It’s slowly getting boring”

“What?”

“I’ve been putting you in your place since like seventh grade.”

“You chose it for yourself, nobody never asked you to stand up for people”, he snorted.

“Pull yourself together, Cruz”, I walked past him and went to the class.

***

“Guess, who got laid last Friday”, as usual I was sitting in cafeteria with Jess and Sheri when boys came after their PE.

“Why should we care?”, I asked

“Montgomery”, Justin said excited.

“Wow, that’s exciting”, I said and went back to my Spanish homework I’ve forgotten to do during weekend.

“It’s probably that girl who was all over him for the whole party”, Jessica snorted.

“And seriously Monty, even you can do better than walking around and bragging about having sex”, Sheri gave him a pity look.

“I wasn’t bragging!“, he defended himself, as he sat next to me.

“He didn’t have too. We just had PE, he’s scratched as fuck”, Zach said.

“Oh my God, what are you, fourteen?”, I asked. “Everyone of you get laid sometimes, stop making big deal out of nothing”, I rolled my eyes. “Besides, it was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty?”, I looked at him trying not to laugh. It’s not like he would say it was me.

“Fuck you, Y/N”, he smiled at me sarcastically.

Few minutes later Monty dropped his phone. He bent down under the table to reach it, but he wouldn’t be himself if he just took the phone and sat again. Instead his hand went from my anckle to upper thigh. I gave him the “I’ll kill you” look, he just sat like nothing happened and went back to scrolling on his phone.

Some time later we both got up to go to the chemistry.

“What was that?”, I asked as soon as we left cafeteria.

“It was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty”, he mimiced me.

“Oh come on”, I rolled my eyes. “Or wait, maybe it wasn’t the girl from the game, it was actually the one that was all over you for the whole party?”

“What are you, jealous?”

“You wish”, I snorted. “I don’t care what you do and with who”.

“If just have to know, I hooked up only with you that night”, he said.

I felt a little warm feeling in my stomach after his words, but I quickly made it go away.

“I literally just said I don’t have to know, because I don’t care“, I threw my hands up. “But seriously, Monty, at school keep your hands to yourself”.

“As you wish, babe”.

“And I’m not your babe”.

“Well, you didn’t complain in my bedroom”, he snorted.

“Montgomery!”, I hissed through my teeth. “If someone overhear anything and spread some rumours, I swear I’ll kill you”.

“You seem to be very tense today. You should get some d, if you know what I mean”, he winked at me.

“Not today, Satan. Math test tomorrow, remember?”, except from Chemistry, we also had Math and Peer Comunication together. “Besides, because of that thing with freshman in the morning, you don’t deserve any of this today”, I pointed at myself.

“What? Oh come on!”.

“Sorry, Mont, I’m inflexible about that”, I shrugged.

He leaned toward me as we were walking and whispered, “We’ll see”.

***

I was walking to my cheer practice, I walked by sports utility closet, when door suddenly opened, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me in there.

“‘Fuck, Montgomery, what is it with you today?”, I asked while my hand was roaming on wall trying to find switch.

“How did you know it was me?”.

“Well, I was hoping it was you. Just because it would be really fucking weird if someone else pulled me in the closet, but it’s like… less weird that it was you”.

He put his hand on my waist as I gave up on finding switch.

“What do you want?”, I sighed.

Instead of answearing, Monty started kissing my jaw. It was actually quite impressive how his lips found my face in this total darkness. There was something about him and his touch, that instantly made me melt, but this time I had to stay tough.

“Monty, I have practice”, I tried to gently push him away.

“You can skip one”, he whispered.

“No, I can’t”, I groaned at his lips kissing my neck. “But…”, I stopped talking to get his attention.

“But?”

“Tomorrow my parents have dinner with my dad’s business partner slash friend and his wi…”

“Tomorrow I have practice”, he didn’t even let me finish.

“Don’t interrupt me”, I punched his arm. “As I was saying, my parents have dinner tomorrow and they won’t be home till like 11 p.m., so…”

“I’ll be there at seven. Now, go practice some handsprings or whatever you do”, he smacked my ass and opened door for me.

***

Next day I went home straight after lessons. Surprisingly both my mum and dad were inside.

“Hey, you’re home so early?”, I sat next to them in the living room.

“We need to tell you something”, my mum looked at me with super serious face.

I froze for a moment. Fuck, I thought, my mum is pregnant. Or they’re getting divorced. they found out about this whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing. I don’t know how, but they found out. Don’t know which is worse.

“So, we’re gonna go straight to the point”, my dad said.

“Yes, please.”

“Sweetie, we know, we always goes on any holidays or trip together, the three of us… but like… this New Year’s eve… we’re going to…”

“Jesus, dad, just say it!”, I shouted.

“We’re going to Aspen with some friends, the two of us, Jeff’s parents, few other married couples. Basically, you’re not going with us”, dad finally got if off his chest.

“But if you don’t feel good about this and don’t want to stay alone, we will cancel”, mum ensured.

“And that’s it?”, I finally could breath again. “Are you kidding me? I thought something happened!”

“Well.. It’s first time you’re not going somewhere with us…”

“First, I’m seventeen, seriously, it’s gonna happen more often, you know? Second, last time I spent New Year’s Eve with you was when I was eleven”.

“But, you’ll be alone for four days”

“I’m seventeen”, I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, it’s super sweet that you’re so concerned about me and that you were ready to cancel your plans if I wasn’t okay with it, but go to Aspen and have some fun”, I patted their knees and gave both of them kiss on the cheek. “Now I’m gonna go to my room, because you gave me serious heart attack with this whole ‘we need to tell you something’ thing”, I got up from the sofa and went to the stairs. “Oh, and if you’re not gonna be here, I will throw NYE party”

“You see, I told you not to worry about”, dad said to mum.

“Come on, dad, I know you were the one who wanted to cancel”, I shouted from upstairs.

They left at six, some time later I heard a doorbell. I slowly went downstairs, checked myself in the mirror and finally opened the door.

“Welcome to mi casa”, I said as Monty walked inside. “Where’s your car?”, I spotted his jeep wasn’t on the driveway.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N, I walked here. Unless you want someone to see my car parked in front of your house”, he said while looking around the home.

“Good point”, I nodded my head and went to the kitchen. “You want something? Tea, coffee, water, sandwich my mum made me before she left?”, I asked while looking into the fridge.

“I’m good, thanks”.

I went to the living room, where Monty was looking at photos, mostly mine.

“You have been cutie since always, huh?”, he pointed at one of the pictures.

“Oh, yeah, especially on this one, I was six and didn’t have any of my front teeth, super cute”.

“Okay, but what the hell happened to you in this one?”, he was looking at photo of me with red face, swollen lips and tired look in my eyes.

“Oh that was the day my parents found out I am allergic to peanuts”, I explained. “Don’t know why my dad thought it was picture worthy”, I rolled my eyes.

“It seems like your parents really love, they’re really proud of you. I mean… looks at all those pictures…”, Monty pointed around the room.

“Yeah, they do…”, I tried not to laugh when I remembered how they wanted to cancel Aspen. “But your parents also have loads of photos of you in home…”

“Yeah, to show off”, he snorted. “They’are always firsts to brag about when I do something right, but they’re never actually there to see it happening. You know? They’ll show their guests pictures and say This was when Monty played his first game, This was when he got his first home run, and so on… But they’re never on the bleachers to watch the actual game. And when I do something not so great, they just never mention it, they don’t talk about…”, he was walking around the room, so I couldn’t see his face.

“That’s why you always do everything to get yourself suspended or in detention?”, I asked. “You want to get their attention”.

I felt like I was slowly getting into his mind, that after all those years I could finally understand why he does thing he does, but then Monty again built wall around himself.

“What? Yeah, that’s stupid”, he cleared his throat and turned around to face me. “Besides, I didn’t come here for psychotherapy.”

“Monty, it is okay to talk. It is okay to let things off your chest once in a while…”

“Right now, the only thing that is on my chest”, he walked towards me, put his hand on my waist, “is the fact that I got two home runs on Friday and only one third base with you”.

I sighed and looked at his face. Well, it looked like the talk was dome for today, so we can do things I actually invited him for.

I took his hands off my waist and still holding them I started walking backwards to the stairs.

“Come and get it”, I whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me twice”, he smirked. “How much time do we have?”

I looked at the watch. “A lot. The thing is”, I pulled him closer, “can you go for so long?”, I asked with my lips touching his ear.

“Oh, you’ll see”, he grabbed my ass and pulled me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips, where, let’s be honest, they were for the most of the time.

***

Monty took a minute to calm his breath, then got up and started dressing up.

Right, fuck buddies thing doesn’t include cuddling after sex, I thought to myself. It was first time when after hooking up we didn’t have to pull ourselves quickly to either leave Jessica’s bathrom or to get back to Bryce’s party, but because me and Monty weren’t even a thing it probably would be awkward to lay in bed and hug.

“I just thought”, Monty said. “You’re so concerned about your reputation and keeping this a secret, but how can you be sure I wouldn’t start bragging about it to the guys? I wouldn’t, but how do you know?”

“Oh that’s easy”, I said as I put my robe on. “You’re not that stupid, you know Jeff would fucking kill you, either for fucking me or for bragging about that”.

“What is it with you and Atkins anyway?”

“Our mums are best friends, so we basically grew up together, he’s like a brother to me, I mean I’ve seen him every single day since I can remember. So yeah, we’re like siblings”, I shrugged.

“So you two have never hooked up? You have never been jealous about him?”, he smirked.

“Ew, that’s gross”, I looked at Monty with disgust. “I mean, I’m not blind, I know he’s good looking and everything, but just… no”, I shaked my head. “But once, in kindergarten, me and Jeff was playing in sandpit and there was that girl Jenny and she literally sat between the two of us and started playing with him using my toys”, I was getting way to pissed for someone who was talking about something that had happened over ten years ago. “So I slapped that little bitch”, I said with calmer tone.

Montgomery looked at me with his eyes wide open.

“So, you’re one of those crazy bitches, huh?”, he chuckled.

I smiled at him innocently.

“I gotta go”, Monty said, so I walked with him downstairs. “See you tomorrow”, he kissed me and left the door.

“Little fucker, so he can’t lay for a minute after we’re done but he can give me goodbye kisses?”, I asked myself.

For a moment I started thinking that this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing was mistake, but then again - if some weird, twisted part of me wanted something with Monty, that was the best type of relation that was possible with him.


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Alpha/Omega Relationship Headcanons

-An Alpha and Omega being best friends until one day the Alpha asks the Omega out on a date with them, the Omega is super flustered but agrees. The whole time leading up to the date they are really awkward around each other and just turn into blushing messes when they try to talk like they usually do

-The Alpha trying to impress the Omega by taking them somewhere really expensive and classy but it just serves to make them both even more uncomfortable, neither of them know what to talk about and finally the Omega just bursts out laughing because of how ridiculous the whole thing seems, the Alpha joins them and they decide to ditch the restaurant and pick up Chinese food to eat back at the Alpha’s apartment. The relationship just takes off after that

-Cuddles and neck kisses with the Omega all snuggled up on the Alpha’s lap just happily soaking up the affection and comforting scent that comes with it. The Alpha being so content nuzzling into the Omega’s neck and deciding they want to keep this Omega forever

-The Omega always being hit on and complimented by other Alphas but being so wrapped up in thoughts of their own Alpha that they don’t really catch on and end up replying cheerfully to each subtle advance. Their Alpha notices though and after a particular incident where the Omega’s Alpha neighbor asks the Omega to pick something up off the floor and then blatantly stares at their ass when they bend over, the Alpha is quick to growl at the other Alpha and drag their Omega away to start trying to convince them that it’s time that they live together and mate fully

-The first night living together and the little Omega is all curled up on their Alpha’s chest under the cozy blankets and the Alpha gently rubbing their back while the Omega sleepily mumbles about how happy they are and how much they love their Alpha and its just so cute and sweet that the amount of contentment and warmth in the Alpha’s scent is enough to lull the Omega to sleep, purring softly as they snooze

-The first heat together as mates and they are both so nervous and excited, the Omega even allows the Alpha to help build the nest because they love how interested their mate is in the whole process, half the time is spent jumping around and hitting each other with pillows though

-The Omega constantly stealing, and keeping, their Alpha’s hoodies and finally the Alpha takes revenge by taking one of the little Omega’s hoodies and it just barely fits on them but damn straight they will walk around in it all day with a smirk on their face as their Omega is dying of laughter and assuring them “yes dear you look so good in my clothes”

-The Alpha planning a trip for the two of them a few months in advance and they tell the Omega what day they’d be leaving and the Omega just casually clicks their tongue and goes “that won’t work, the baby is due that week” and the Alpha just being “oh right of cour-wait what baby?!” and being so overjoyed when their Omega informs them that they just found out they were pregnant

-As the Omegas belly starts to get bigger the Alpha just falls more and more in love. Constantly doting on the Omega and rubbing their tummy, crooning for their unborn children and joking that their mate is going to resemble a very beautiful whale in the near future. Being so protective that if the Omega needs to leave the house for any reason the Alpha will insist on accompanying them

-Being in the hospital after the two babies are born and the Omega being tired as hell but so happily watching their Alpha sit in the rocking chair crooning softly for the babies balanced against their shoulders as they rock them to sleep

-Being tucked away in the nest back home and the Alpha just laying there watching in adoration as their mate feeds the babies and starts cooing quietly while settling the little pups in next to them and as the Alpha kisses each if them goodnight they are just left wondering in amazement about how their very best friend became the love of their life and the mother of their children and how glad they are that they had the courage to awkwardly ask for that date all that time ago

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Hiya! Love love love the fics you write! It brings a smile to my face seeing the stories you put out :) If by chance you're still taking prompts, could you do one where Bets and Juggy don't really know each other but Jughead gets a job as the pizza delivery guy and Betty (who has a little crush) ends up ordering pizzas frequently just so she could see him

Thanks! And aww this is cute!
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Throwing her head on top of her text book, Betty sighed frustrated. What was she doing wrong? It was calculus, her favorite subject, so why was her brain just a pile of mush tonight?

Her parents were away for three weeks, some journalism conference her mother had dragged her father on. The absence of the constant hovering helped her to relax and she took a deep breathe. She was tired, juggling midterms, extra curriculars, and her part time job at the Riverdale bakery, was really taking its toll and she definitely wasn’t getting enough sleep.

Suddenly the sound of her doorbell ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. Dinner. She grabbed the money off her desk and practically ran to retrieve her pizza. Tripping on a sneaker by the door, she stumbled out bumping right into the boy holding the paper box.
“I am so sorry! I just tripped…” trailing off, her eyes widened when she saw the familiar looking boy at her front door.

Jughead jones, mysteriously dark and handsome as ever. She noticed him nearly everyday, he never payed her any attention, but he never really payed anyone any attention. Ronnie always teased her about the way she stared at him in the halls. He was ridiculously handsome, but he hid it behind crown shaped beanies and headphones. She knew for a fact she wasn’t his type, but that didn’t stop her from admiring him.

“It’s okay, gotta watch out for rogue sneakers.” He was smirking shyly, as he held out the pizza for her. She smiled back apologetically handing him the twenty dollar bill.
“It’s Jughead right? We go to school together! I’m Betty. Betty..”
“Betty Cooper” he cut her off “I know who you are” he said quickly, looking away from her face.

She blushed prettily “oh! Well it’s nice to finally meet you, face to face.”
He nodded, shooting her a genuine smile
“It’s nice to meet you too Betty cooper.”

She giggled “well I better get back inside. This calculus homework is kicking my butt.” She groaned

“It’s Friday?” Jughead said raising an eyebrow and smiling.

“Hey, midterms wait for no one mister!” She scolded gently.

He laughed, stepping off of her porch
“I’ll let you get to it then, have a good night ms.cooper” he tapped his nose, walking back to his delivery van.

“Night juggie!” He turned around at the nickname, raising a brow and smiling curiously.

“What?” Betty giggled “I like it. It’s cute.”

Rolling his eyes he turned away
“Whatever you say… bets.”

She laughed, as she walked back inside. Leaning up against the closed door, she couldn’t help the squeal that came from her lips. She totally had to text Veronica.
***

Saturday night was spent alone again, leaning over a text book trying desperately to memorize the formulas. It was impossible. This whole damn class was impossible.

The doorbell rang, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Pizza. Jughead? She reallly hoped so. Adjusting the light yellow tank top, she ran her hands over her bare legs, exposed in her barely there sleep shorts. Alright Betty cooper, here we go.

Opening the door, she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face when she saw it was him. As soon as he saw her smile, he matched it with his own.

“Two times in two days, to what do I owe the honor?”
She giggled “you owe it to my very hungry stomach.” She reached for the pizza.

“What’s got you all on your own on a Saturday night, figured a girl like you would have plans.”
He asked nonchalantly, weighing the box in his hands.
She raised a brow “a girl like me?”

“Popular, cheerleader, captain of the Riverdale track team?” He shrugged

She laughed “I haven’t gone out on a Saturday since I was thirteen. As you’ve mentioned, I’m a bit busy most of the time. Anyway I’ve gotta master this stupid calculus packet, or I won’t be going anywhere for a very long time.” She sighed, leaning against the door frame.

Suddenly his fingers were reaching for her and she stifled a gasp as he plucked the pencil from out of her hair.

“The packet mr.seas gave us? I just finished that this morning. I could help you if you’d like.” He stuck the pencil in his mouth and stared her in the eyes.

She felt her eyes being pulled down to his mouth, gently chewing on the pencil. She snapped back to reality.

“Really? That would be so great! But don’t you have to finish your shift?” She asked concerned, no way was he getting in trouble over her.

He smiled “you’re my last stop of the day. I’ve just gotta drop off the van, I can be back here in half an hour.”

She was practically a bundle of excited nerves now
“Yes! I mean totally, that would be awesome.”

He laughed

“Alright, it’s a date”

They both stared at each other wide eyed, realizing what he had just said, when she saw his mouth move to take it back, she cut In

“It’s a date.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk away

“See ya soon sunshine.”

Valentine

a quick drabble for the day

Hanzo has never cared for Valentine’s Day. 

In Japan it was different, of course–the old tradition was women giving men the honmei-choco, although in this day and age that was gradually becoming less common, and the only real rule was that a male person got a gift. Genji liked to take great advantage of it and the following White Day when they were young. Hanzo had mostly found all of it pointless, and would have had his gifts thrown out by his father, anyway. 

Nowadays, the day means nothing at all. He had been alone until a few months ago, and all it carried was a few old, bitter memories from years past. He has ignored it for 10 years and intends to continue doing just the same.

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You know in December we all did our top 10 robron kisses lists? Well, we’ve had another 9 (yes?) kisses since then so why don’t we fill this miserable void time by doing it again?

01.  The Woolpack pre-SSW kiss, because it is hot af, and they’re all over each other, and for Robert it’s all “I can’t wait to marry you and do this forever”, but for Aaron it’s just his gorgeous horny boyfriend again and he’s so willing to just go with it. 

02. The SSW kiss in the woods, because that’s just a blissfully perfect scene, rounded off with a perfect kiss, and they just love each other so much.

03.  The Reunion kiss, because they’ve both waited so long and it’s so gentle and full of promise and it’s like they’re getting another first kiss, which is different but no less “them”.

04. The Wedding Dance kiss, because a) it’s in public, in front of their families and friends, and neither of them are remotely bothered or embarrassed by it, which says everything about how happy and content they are, and b) Robert reaches up to cup Aaron’s cheek and tries to deepen the kiss, 100% ready to just go for it right there in the middle of the pub, before they’re sadly interrupted by Chas. 

05. The Goodbye kiss, because it’s so quiet and soft and gentle, but there’s so much love and fear and need there. They’re just clinging onto each other for dear life.

06.  The Portacabin kiss, because they spent a whole day using farm work as foreplay and they knew as they were walking up there that as soon as the door closed behind them they were going to fuck, and Aaron is definitely in charge and Robert is so pleased and they’re so damn hot.

07. The Night-time Bar kiss, because even after one of the worst fights of their relationship and one of them ending up in a cell, they still look at each other like that. They’re both admitting that the only place they want to be is with each other.

08.  The Engagement kiss in the hospital, because they’re so happy and in love and engaged and everything is good in the world.

09.  The First kiss, because they’re so greedy for each other and they’ve been dancing around it for long enough and it’s like it can’t go another second without happening.

10. The Deleted Christmas kiss - so you may have noticed that most of these are not just one kiss, but two kisses and I will forever be annoyed that this one was deleted and that Charity got in the way of the second kiss because it sounds amazing. They love each other so much!

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Original or requested: Original

Pairing: Paul x Reader

Word count: 690


“You’ve lost your mind.” You feel so nervous that a laugh escapes your mouth. “He’s my friend! He’s just a friend! Is that so hard to understand? ”

“Yes, because he loves you!”

“He doesn’t love me, Paul! I’ve known him since forever.” You sit on the couch, closing your eyes for a few seconds to try to calm down.

Paul freaked out when you told him you spend the day with Dean, an old friend. He came from Canada to see you since it’s been two years you’re living here in Forks.

“You’re naive. You’ve always been naive and you can’t see what I can!” Paul is shaking, just like he’s just about to shift. You’re not scared. You were never scared of his temper.

“I am smart enough to understand these things, Paul.”

“I don’t think so since you’re apparently on his side.”

“I won’t stop talking to him just because you’re jealous.” Picking up your phone, you text your friend Marilyn. She’s the only one who can help you with this kind of problems.

“Don’t.” Paul takes the phone from your hands, throwing it at the wall. Shocked by his action, you gasp, trying not to punch him and break your damn arm. “You won’t text him.”

“I WAS TEXTING MARILYN!” You yell, running to your bedroom. You start to pack your things while Paul tries to make you stop. “I’m done. If you don’t trust me then there’s no reason for me to stay. I love Dean like a friend and I love you because you’re the love of my life. Not my fault you can’t understand it.”

“(Y/N), I’m still talking. Be rational and finish this conversation like an adult. ” The tone of his voice is rude and it breaks your heart.

“I’m still leaving.”


“I need you to stop crying and explain to me what happened.” Marilyn gives you some ice cream so you can eat something while you cry your heart out.

“I told him I wanted he to think about us. But he told me he didn’t need to think. Then I told him I needed to think. Do you really think I would break up with him?”

“I’m still confused.” Always so damn honest, Marilyn takes a deep breath.

“It’s about Dean!” You shout, making your friend jump on the couch.

“Oh. Got it. But Paul loves you so much and I can understand him. He’s scared to lose you.”

“He’s the love of my life. I already told him that a million times!”

“I’m sure you did, but how would you act if he spent a whole day with a woman? Even if she’s just a friend of his? A whole day alone with her while you stay home.”

You put the ice cream down to think. Well, to rethink. Maybe, just maybe, this is kinda your fault. Paul wouldn’t freak out if he went with you. And no, you wouldn’t like him to spend all that time with a friend.

“Shit.”

“Yes, shit. I’m not saying you have to apologize, but I do can imagine how he felt.”

“I love him, Mary. So much.” You whisper, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

“Call him.”

And that’s what you do. Fearing that he may be rude to you like he did earlier, you patiently wait for him to answer the phone. When he finally answers, you both keep silent. Hearing his breath is enough to make you want to be with him again and this desire takes your breath away. You barely feel it, this weird pain in your chest, since you’re always together, but you just can’t take it.

“Paul…”

“(Y/N), you have no idea how it hurts. Being away from you is… too painful.”

“I know, Paul, I… I’m sorry. I love you. No one but you.” With a smile on your lips, you help Marilyn to pack up your things again. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. Whenever I want to see Dean you can come. I didn’t know how much it hurt you.”

“I’m coming to bring you home. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Bring It On

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

A/N: This…. I don’t even know honestly, I can’t explain how this happened but here we are. 

Request:  Veronica x Plus size reader. Veronica treats the reader like a queen and when Cheryl and her besties insult the reader, Veronica loses her shit and releases her inner psychopath. 

Word Count: 1,591 

Warnings: Cheryl’s an ass hole, and Veronica is terrifying… you said inner psychopath and APPARENTLY I took that literally damn, also there’s a swear.

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tbr tho? i’m so happy for griffin. he’s spent two+ years turning words alchemy-like into straight up masterpieces and apparently he’s been sitting on this plot twist for a whole year? like damn i can’t even keep twists like that to myself for a DAY. and did ANYONE see that coming? hell naw. i’m proud of him

One thing you must accept when you are in a long-term relationship is that it will get bland. Every day, five days a week, 52 weeks a year, you will be waiting for him to come home from work. When he gets home, he will be tired and strained and all he will desire is a hot meal and some tv time.
You will find yourself not questioning where he goes when he leaves the room and not caring if he’s ready for bed when you are. And he won’t care if you’re ready for bed when he is, either. If you leave the room, he won’t even pass a second glance.
You’ll bicker and swear over money. Your future. Jobs. Kids. Parents. Politics. Cars. Bills.
You will begin to wonder if you’re staying with him because you love him and want him for the rest of your life or if you stay because it’s all you are used to.
But then, little things will happen.
One random day, he will come home from work in a marvelous mood. He’ll say “lets go do something, get out of here.” And you’ll go.
You’ll go out to eat. Eat inexpensive dinners and cheap iced lattes, and not give a damn that you spent a whole $20 on dinner.
You’ll go to the theater and make out in the top row like you did when you were teenagers. Like you did five years ago.
You’ll go for walks around the city when its nighttime. You’ll admire the city lights reflecting in each others’ eyes while learning things about each other that you never knew you hadn’t learned already.
You’ll talk about what your heavens will look like. Stories you tried to write. Songs you used to sing. He’ll tell you about how he became an alcoholic at 16 and you’ll tell him about why you slit your wrists at 14.
And amongst all of these adventures, you will remember why you love him. Why you have stayed with this person for years and years, never leaving, even when you had many chances to get out.
You remember that these stories are what keep you going and that life is life- and sometimes life is bland.
Its not your partner’s fault, nor is it your fault.
So some advice from me to you: don’t convince yourself that you have fallen “out of love” because your life is repetitive.
Your weeks will be the same. Your afternoons will be the same. You will, in fact, get so used to each other that you don’t have to ask where they’re going when they leave the room- you will know they’re going to read a book on the front porch or pet the cat in your bedroom.
And yes, you will fight. You will scream at each other and throw things and cry until your face hurts.
But, yes, you will also adventure. Dream. Create. Talk. Love.
You will fall in love with him again and again. Sometimes you won’t need an adventure. You will sit beside him on the love seat as he watches Bob’s Burgers and you will notice how long his eye lashes are. Or how rosy his cheeks are.
How he sits with his arm around you. And even though he does it every single day, seven days a week, 52 weeks a year, it still makes your heart flutter when you actually acknowledge the gesture.
When you sit down and remember your adventures together, you will remember why you love him. Why you stay.
And if you’ve listened to his stories, you will know why he stays, too.
—  A girl who has fallen in love with the same person at least once a day for the last 1,594 days.

consultingcas  asked:

It's an old classic, but I always like thinking about if Cas got caught in a djinn dream. Everything's perfect, his family are still alive and aren't fighting and he's in a relationship with Dean. He doesn't want to leave so somehow, Dean has to come and find him and help him break free of the djinn's spell.

Well, as I mentioned to you privately, I HAVE written a whole series that starts with Cas ending up in a Djinn dream…I Dream of Deanie. One of these years maybe I’ll even get back to it and write another story or two, just to tie things up…

That said!

[x posted to AO3]

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“Shit…shit…shit…” 

Cas looked bad. It was Dean’s fault. If it hadn’t taken Dean a fricken week to track to the Djinn to her lair, if Dean hadn’t said, ‘don’t worry, Sam, I got this, you go visit Eileen,’ if Dean hadn’t spent two damn days barking up the wrong tree thinking this was some weird angel thing and searching the whole damn town for angel binding sigils…but Dean had done fucked up in all those ways and more, and now Cas was almost gone. His face was ashen save where shrunken blue veins made a tracery over his cheeks, his neck, disappearing out of sight beneath his filthy white shirt. His suit and tie and trench coat were missing, and he looked as grimy as if he’d been missing months and had spent those months rolling in dirt. The cuffs of his shirt were bunched at his shoulders and the crook of each elbow was punctured by needles, areas around the tips crusted with dried blood. The flow through the tubes to the IV bags was anemic, blood over-dark and unhealthy.

He doesn’t have long.

He’s not an angel any more. He’s just a man - a human…person…

I could really lose him.

Dean’s chest spasmed agonizingly.

“Glad you’re here, Dean.” Castiel’s voice cracked, dry and hoarse from neglect.

“Yeah - yeah, Cas, I’m here, that’s good, you just focus on what’s real and–”

“Thank you, Gabriel,” breathed Cas. “Hannah…Alfie…Anna…the garrison…”

Dean froze.

He…he thinks the angels are still alive.

He thinks he’s still an angel.

That’s his fantasy. That’s his dream world.

He isn’t glad to see me, he’s glad to see whatever illusion of Dean exists in that dream. He could never use that hopeful tone for me, not the real me, not after I’ve ruined his life time and time again. I was crazy to think…

Maybe I should leave him there.

Waking Cas would mean forcing him from a lovely fantasy of family and contentment, bringing him back to a world where Cas was miserable. Cas tried to hide how unhappy he was but it showed in so many little ways. If Cas died…sure, that’d be awful for Dean, but wouldn’t it be better for Cas? A lifetime of happiness in the Djinn dream, an eternity with his angelic brethren, rather than a rude awakening into a dull world where Cas was mortal, his family was dead, he’d never fly again, and all he had left in the world were Dean and Sam?

But I don’t want to lose him.

Sure, great, that’s not hugely fucking selfish or anything. What do I think Cas would want?

Cas said he was happy with how things had gone. Cas said he accepted his mortality. Cas said he didn’t miss the angels who had died. Cas said he wouldn’t trade his family for the world. Cas said it was enough that the world had been saved.

Cas lied his ever-loving face off.

The Djinn was dead, the hunt over. Cas was the only victim, lying sprawled limply on an old gurney in the abandoned clinic. 

Dean could turn and walk away.

Castiel would die.

No…

…but maybe it’s best for him.

With a sigh that felt like it expelled Dean’s very soul, he turned and walked toward the doorway, toward the hallway beyond, toward the rest of his life without–

“Love you too, Dean…”

Dean froze. Again.

Love you…too?

Did…in the dream, did I tell Cas I loved him?

But I’ve never…how could he know…I could never…he deserves so much better than to be loved by my wreck of a sorry pathetic ass…

Love you too…

Dream Dean said he loved Cas.

Dream Dean is Cas’ ideal.

But…

Nerves flaring, Dean hesitantly walked back to the gurney.

“Cas, buddy…I need you…” he murmured.

If he doesn’t answer, I’ll go, I’ll–

“Dean…” Cas whispered. One hand twitched; Cas tried to reach out but he was too weak. The needle shifted in Cas’ arm and he whimpered and his hand fell. Reaching out, Dean steeled himself, took Cas’ hand, threaded their fingers together. Cas’ skin was impossibly cold.

“Dean…” Cas sighed, lips twisting into a faint smile, fingers weakly grasping back at Dean’s hand.

“Need you, Cas,” said Dean. Desperation tightened like a fist closed round his heart. Admitting his desire made it so much more real. What if…

Cas’ eyes flickered open, pupils dilating and shrinking as he focused on nothing, and then his dull gaze fell on Dean and his smile widened.

“I knew you’d find me,” murmured Cas.

“Gonna…gonna get you out of here,” Dean managed, using his free hand to take the needles from Cas’ arms. Shame flogged him to haste.

I was going to leave him here. God, I’m disgusting.

But I thought it was what he’d want!

“Shoulda…should have told you years ago…I’m sorry, Dean…”

Dammit, I should have realized. He’s still in the dream. He’s still…

Dean looked back to Cas and their eyes met. There wasn’t a trace of abstraction in Cas’ gaze, no hesitancy to his voice, and his smile went gentle and tender and hopeful. Blood seeped slow and thick from the torn-open needle wounds. 

“I was afraid…I was afraid I’d never wake up…never see you again.”

“But I was in the dream,” Dean said weakly, focusing on his rescue. Cas lay limp; Dean hefted him up and was shocked by how thin and light he’d grown in scant days.

“No you weren’t,” Cas breathed against his neck. “That wasn’t you. In a million worlds, an eternity of times, I’d know you from every other soul in creation. That was a pale shadow; the person I met there…that’s how I realized I was trapped in a dream.” A hand ghosted weak down Dean’s arm. “This is you. Thank God I’m home.”

“This…this is home?” asked Dean incredulously, stumbling through the dark hallways of the derelict building. 

“No, Dean. You’re home.”

Dean had no answer for that. Cas snuggled close to him, let Dean carry him to freedom in the fresh air outside, and Dean tried to process what Cas was saying. Finally, mercifully, Cas’ breathing evened out, his eyes closed, and Dean reached the Impala. Cas didn’t even stir when Dean draped him over the backseat.

“I love you, Cas,” confessed Dean, soft so as not to wake the angel.

Eyes yet closed, Cas smiled.

“I love you too, Dean.”

Maybe this is the Djinn dream.

Maybe I’ve been captured all along, Cas and Sam are looking for me.

If so…

If this isn’t real…

…I hope I never wake up.

Grounded

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1191

Warnings: swearing, fluffity fluff.

**Thank you for humoring me and putting up with my ridiculous stories. I just can’t help myself sometimes. This one came to me as I slipped on my favorite angel wing ring (yes, I’m a dork. Oh, and say “angel wing ring” 5 times fast). Enjoy.

The smell of coffee woke you from a light sleep. You lifted your head and glanced around the living room. Sleeping on the couch, again. Cas’s laptop and your phone were on the coffee table right where you left them. Beside them was your favorite mug filled with fresh, warm joe. Cas. You smiled, sitting up and reaching for the mug.

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Hospitality || Conor

Conor masterpost found here

Word count - 1,651

Summary - The one where things get messy.

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You were literally only gone for an hour, two tops. As usual, you spent the whole day at home. Today you did a lot of spring cleaning. You were extremely happy with yourself. The kitchen was shining and spotless and you even went so far as to mop the hardwood floor. Your next task was to wash the windows but, when you went to check, you found that you were out of glass cleaner. So, you went to make a quick run to the shops to pick some up.

Naturally a quick run to the shops turned into a little bit more. It was rush hour so traffic was a bitch, and when you ran into an old friend at the store, you couldn’t help but stand and chat with her for ages (you always were the chatty kind).

When you finally got back home, you weren’t surprised to find your boyfriend Conor and the rest of the boys at your apartment. You gave them a smile and a wave. “Hey boys,” you said casually, “how are-”

You froze in your tracks, staring at the kitchen you had spent the whole day cleaning. It was a mess. Seemingly all the food was out of the fridge and on the counter. Bottles of soda were left empty with spills all over the counter top, some even going onto the floor. Packets of crisps were strewn everywhere, tossing crumbs left and right. How long had you been gone? In such a short amount of time, a tornado seemingly ran through your kitchen.

You felt your temper rising. “Conor,” you said slowly, “can I talk to you in the bedroom for a minute?” He quirked an eyebrow but obliged and followed you into your bedroom. You really didn’t want to have this fight. You had it a million times before. And anyway, he had friends over. You just wanted to tell him how you felt and maybe ask him to clean up his mess. “Can you clean up the kitchen?” you asked, closing the bedroom door behind you.

“Ah, the lads and I were just about to head out,” he said. “We’re going to dinner. You can come if you’d like.”

“I’d like it if you cleaned the kitchen,” you said again.

“Why are you angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

“You sound angry.”

“I’m not!”

“Well now you’re yelling!”

“Because you accused me of being angry!”

“Because you are angry!”

“Well now I’m angry because you said I was angry when I wasn’t angry!” you shouted, throwing your hands up in the air. “I spent the whole day cleaning that kitchen. I mopped the floor and washed the dishes and scrubbed the counters til they shined. Literally all day I spent cleaning that damn kitchen and in the span of an hour you all manage to destroy it! All I’m asking is for you to clean up the mess you made before you go out to eat!”

“You didn’t need to clean the kitchen!” Conor yelled back. “It’s not my fault you spent the whole day cleaning instead of going out and having a job or something!” You felt a chink in your armor.

“That’s not fair,” you said, trying your best to still sound strong. “You know it’s hard for me to get a job. I’m just a year out of uni and-”

“Yeah and with what?” Conor scoffed. “A hospitality degree? I didn’t know that would mean you spending 24/7 locked up in our house cleaning and fixing things that don’t need it! Why don’t you go be a housekeeper for someone else or something, get out of the house and do something besides drive me up the wall?”

You didn’t respond. You felt tears welling up in your eyes so you turned on your heel and stormed out of the bedroom. The boys were all staring at you when you walked out but you ignored them. You slipped on your shoes quickly and walked out the door, not even bothering to grab your phone as you did so.

It was nearing dusk, so the streets were quiet. Your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, as you weren’t even really thinking about where you were going. After about 15 minutes of walking, you arrived at a playground. It was empty, all of the kids usually occupying it probably home with their families. You sulked up to the swing set and sat down on a swing, kicking your feet against the woodchips on the ground. You didn’t even realize that you were crying until you felt a tear slide down the tip of your nose. You wiped it away harshly, angry at yourself for letting Conor get the best of you.

You and Conor hardly ever fought, but when you did it was always over the stupidest things. Who last took out the garbage? Where did you want to go for dinner? Why couldn’t you wait for me before you ate? Things like arguing over a mess in the house wasn’t new, but when Conor threw your unemployment into the mix, you broke.

It crushed you that you didn’t have a job. Conor was right, a hospitality degree wasn’t getting you anywhere. Who wanted to hire a girl fresh out of university anyway? You had little job experience so your resume looked bleak. You tried and tried to get jobs but were always turned down. You hadn’t spoken to Conor about it, but you were considering taking some online courses. Maybe you could work towards obtaining a degree better than the one you had now. But that wouldn’t change anything right now. It wouldn’t change the fact that Conor was disappointed in you. It wouldn’t change the fact that you were disappointed in yourself.

You had been so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed Conor walk up to the swing set. You only realized he was there when he sat down on the swing beside you. “How’d you know I was here?” you asked quietly, sniffing and rubbing your sweatshirt sleeve under your nose.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Just kind of thought about all the places you like to go. Thought about this one and came here.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you,” you huffed, turning your head so you didn’t have to look at him.

“(Y/N),” Conor sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry I said those things. I shouldn’t have.”

“Yeah well you did,” you said, glaring at him harshly. “You said them and now you can’t take them back. You can’t take back anything and now I know that you think I’m a failure.”

“I don’t think you’re a failure!” he said, reaching out to grab your hand. You retracted it. “I don’t think you’re a failure,” he said again, his tone calmer now.

“I don’t have a job and all I have is this stupid hospitality degree,” you mumbled.

“But you’ll find one,” he assured you. “I know you will.”

“I’ve been looking for almost a year!” you said, putting your face in your hands. “I’m going to be unemployed forever forced to sit at home and wait for you! Play the part of the housewife who wears the yellow rubber gloves and an apron and says, Oh hi dear, how was work at the studio? There’s a fresh pie on the counter! Dinner is almost ready too. I don’t want to be her. I want to do something that won’t make you ashamed to be with me.”

“Hey,” Conor said gently, reaching out to hold your hand again. This time you let him. “I am never ashamed to be with you. Ever. What I said I said out of anger. I could never understand how hard it is for you to get a job. I can’t even begin to understand all the work you had to do to get you to this point. I’ve had it easy, and sometimes I forget that others didn’t. I was being insensitive and I’m sorry. I don’t want you to ever think that I’m disappointed in you or ashamed to be with you.”

Conor stood up from his swing and crouched in front of you. “I love you,” he said firmly. “No matter what. I need you to know that.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “I love you too.” Conor placed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you off of the swing and into a hug.

“Oh god, there you are!”

You and Conor both looked up and saw Caspar, Oli, and Joe running up to you both. “We split up to find you,” Caspar said, clearly out of breath. “Conor didn’t tell us he found you.”

“Sorry,” Conor said. “I was a little busy.”

“You’re a right jackass,” Joe muttered, pushing his friend lightly. “I swear we circled all of London.”

“Sorry,” you said, embarrassed.

“Don’t be,” Oli said. “It’s this one who should be sorry. He was being a total ass to you.” The other boys nodded and mumbled their agreements.

“And I am sorry,” Conor said, stopping his friends from speaking as a small blush formed on his cheeks. “We already talked about it.”

“I texted Jack,” Joe said. “Told him we found you.”

“You boys didn’t have to come looking for me,” you said bashfully. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“It’s alright,” Oli assured you. “We’ve always got to help clean up after he messes something up.”

“In that case,” Conor laughed, “I’ll need you all to help me clean the kitchen before we go to dinner.”

The other boys groaned but turned in the direction to head back to the house. You smiled up at Conor and pressed a kiss to his lips. He smiled, gave you a small side hug, then grabbed your hand as you followed the boys back to your flat.

anonymous asked:

Based on your posts, you really want Season 11 to happen. Any thoughts on how it should play out?

Okay, Anon I hope you are ready. You are in for a ride. This is definitely too much to ask for, so let’s just state the fact, that these are my crazy wishes and not my rational demands.😂😂😂 

Writers: Frank Spotnitz, Darin Morgan, Vince Gilligan, Glen Morgan, James Wong. Also, I want a woman writer/director! Rob Bowman should direct at least one episode. Chris Carter is only executive producer!!! He cannot write anything. ANYTHING. For reasons…

Sveta: I have alien DNA. For sure.

Scully: Have you had a doctor confirm that?

Sveta: No.

My Struggle, written by Chris Carter

Anne Simon stays out of this season ‘cause honestly I ain’t scientist but I’m pretty sure this can be done better than season10 was. (And her tweets make me go insane…)

Now, about the stories; I really think that - if there is a news season - it will be the last season. We will see Mulder and Scully for 10 more episodes and then we have to say goodbye. This is how I would prefer to do that:

*I just realised that most of my ramblings are against how CC wrote Season 10. so basically if he will not write, many of these things shouldn’t even come up. Cause the other three episodes from Season 10 were solid….But here we go!* 

We need no Miller or Einstein or whoever else they think should steal screentime from  Mulder and Scully. NO THANK YOU. I’m waiting here patiently, being supportive for decades and it’s not for you to introduce me to new characters. It’s for you to finally give me what I’m waiting for, for what it seems centuries. 

We bring down Mulder and Scully from that damn bridge. No one is being abducted, because that’s just lame, we’ve been there, done that. *Okay, if you really want anyone to be taken by aliens, CSM is good to go. He is dead anyway and we don’t need him*

Scully saves Mulder’s life, they reunite with their son and the plot will make sense. Yes, it is absolutely doable, this fandom’s greatests already came up with scenarios and wrote stories of the ‘How to continue this mess CC left behind’ part.

I need a very solid explanation on why Reyes was working for CSM. She cannot be remembered like this. Her character is so much more and I need an explanation of why she did what she did. Obviously, she was given no choice. Maybe she works for CSM because of William. Give me something good.

More Skinner, Poor guy was barely in the new season. Give him more interactions with his agents. He’s been with them long enough to give him some cool plot-lines.

Could we maybe bring back The Lone Gunmen somehow? They deserved so much better and I want them back and alive. I want them to visit Mulder and Scully in their cute countryside house. They would totally geek out with William and teach him ‘cool stuff’ while Scully would be watching them, smiling and rolling her eyes.

Originally posted by omegalevel

Mulder and Scully are definitely not estranged and they have a big conversation about their past, (Flashbacks) present and future. It can be done with William being there, and asking questions and later on they continue just the two of them. Preferably on the porch of the Unremarkable House. William could be playing with Daggoo. 

We’ve been ripped off of so many great and important MSR scenes and I want to see them. (At least some of them) 

  • Scully’s cancer is in remission conversation
  • The whole IVF plot
  • When Scully tells Mulder that the little tiny being growing in her belly is his baby, it’s his son. They made him together, it’s their miracle what they were waiting for… 
  • Mulder finding Scully and William, bringing them to the hospital. The three days they spent as family, and the conversation of Mulder going into hiding 
  • Scully - no, not Skinner, damn it - has to tell Mulder that she gave William up  
  • When they working through all the shit while being on the run after so many horrible things happening to them
  • When they finally buy the house, whey they move in
  • When they are happy and just adorable, casual Mulder and Scully. Cause, guess what CC, you can write these scenes without them being boring. I mean, not you. But someone else….

I want Gillian and David to play these scenes and I wanna die while I’m watching them. Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny are great actors. You know they will bring their A+ game, given the chance! Let them shine. 

Originally posted by mulderscullyromance

Let them do a brilliant job with brilliantly written scripts. Give them the opportunity to show off their talent. Give them the humour, give them the drama, give them the creepy cases, give them their dynamics. Embrace their skills, their strength and use that chemistry!

Listen to them and let them have a word in what is right or wrong to their characters. If they want to touch or kiss on the cheek, you should bloody let them do just that!

HAND HOLDING, KISSES, and SEX SCENES are a must.

*I’m sorry but just like Jimmy Kimmel said: “You two, should have sex. You should. It’s been like 24 years, everyone knows.”*

And one last thing: 

I really really want David Duchovny to write and direct the last episode. When I say goodbye to Mulder, Scully, William and Daggoo I want it to be a proper goodbye. And if there is one thing I learnt during these years while being a shipper and a fangirl of this show, is that: 

No one knows better, writes better, understands better these characters than David Duchovny. He writes Dana Scully & Fox Mulder in such a unique way like no one else can. And I am so here for it. I’m so here for how David imagines the end of their stories. I trust him more than anyone else with the series finale of The X-files.

Originally posted by mulder-scully-gifs

*Of course, if it is ‘only’ a season finale, that is totally fine, too*

I wrote this on Facebook at 5:30 this morning

I woke up super early this morning and I think it’s just now fully hitting me that I actually finished the whole damn challenge. Yesterday I was proud, but right now, thinking about all the crap I’ve put my body through this year, the fact that I pushed myself far enough to finish is nothing short of a miracle. For that I am BEYOND proud.

And for those that don’t know, because I don’t broadcast it to the world, this last year was hard. I really struggled with depression, I laid in bed all day and binge ate like it was my job. I put off running a ton and spent my days napping instead. Between July and January I gained 70 pounds. I’ve lost a little bit of weight again, but I’m still up 30 pounds from where I was last year and not in as good of shape. But none of that matters right now because I finished. I may have ended up behind the scary Balloon Ladies at the end there, but I’m almost proud of that fact. I did it and I can’t believe it.