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Update

Ok so ik I haven’t been posting like at all mainly bc I’m stressed in summer school rn and mentally I’m just out of it so I’m sorry for that. Anyways, to help give me motivation you guys if you want can send in requests of certain types of prompts and stuff like that and I’ll try to get to them quickly. Again sorry for the horrible posting times but feel free to send in asks now!

Prompt List

Originally posted by harrypotterandthedeathlyhellos

Hey Guys! So last night I made a list of Prompts. So You guys can request a number and a character and I will hopefully have it up the following day. I am mainly focusing on Dean, but I will do some Sam and some Cas. I just feel like I am better at writing Dean fics. Anywho i hope you guys enjoy!



1..       “We cant have a crisis – My schedule is already full!”

2.       “ If you listen closely you can hear me not caring.”

3.       “ I swear you could trip over your own shadow.”

4.       “Of course I talk like an Idiot, how else would you understand me?”

5.       “ I would like to think I will die a heroic death, but its more likely I’ll trip over the dog and choke on a spoonful of frosting.”

6.       “ There is evil fuckery afoot here…”

7.       “ Go to him, he waits for you.”

8.       “ Wanna go out on a moonlit killing spree?”

9.       “ I would tell you to be yourself but that’s what almost got us killed last time.”

10.   “ Why is unicorn blood on our shopping list?”

11.   “ Don’t worry mother, your daughter is a soldier.”

12.   “ And when my time is up, will I have done enough? Will they tell my story?”

13.   “ I should be ashamed of myself. Lets be clear: Im not, but I should be.”

14.   “ Stop asking me how im doing. You know damn well im tired, hungry and need 3 mimosas delivered by puppies.”

15.   “ I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?”

16.   “ You sir are the human version of period cramps.”

17.   “ There’s something so beautiful about working with someone in perfect harmony… even of its to bury a body.”

18.   “ Go talk to her already. You’ve been standing here staring at her and its starting to get weird.”

19.   “ Don’t bite your lip, I want to do that.”

20.   “ If my memory was any worse. I could plan my own surprise party.”

21.   “ The surgery was a success. You are now a walking wifi hotspot.”

22.   “ What kind of care package is this?”

23.   “ You are a little screwy, are’nt you?”

24.   “ You survived what you thought would kill you. Now straighten your crown and move forward like the queen you are.”

25.   “Something tells me I’m going to love him forever.”

26.   “ It’s the witches fault!”

27.   “ It’s ok. You just forgot who you are. Welcome back.”

28.   “Underestimate me. That’ll be fun.”

29.   “ Where did you learn to pick a lock from?! You are eight years old.”

30.   “ You cannot destroy me. I destroy myself.”

31.   “ Why are you avoiding me? Does my withered face remind you of the grim spectre of death?”

32.   “ Just know that I love you . I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.”

33.   “ If being sarcastic burned calories, you would weigh less that a five year old!”

34.   “ I’d give anything if you’d kiss me.”

35.   “ The phrase Ignore it and it will go away does not apply to being chased by a dozen cop cars… trust me on this one.”

36.   “ Today I’m wearing a lovely shade of I slept like crap so don’t piss me off.”

37.   “ Looks like we’re going to have to eat our way out.”

38.   “ I am not against slashing my own tires to avoid going to this family brunch.” ( Dean x Reader)

39.   “ I don’t know how you do things where you’re from, but hide and seek normally doesn’t involve guns.”

40.   “ You can only go so long, and only make so many mistakes, before you start to feel like one yourself.”

41.   “ Only an idiot would fall in love with someone as broken and deadly as me.”( Dean x Reader)

42.   “ By the gods! You love her… don’t you?”

43.   “You have no shoes, he’s covered in mud, and I just stole apples. We’ve officially become hobos.”

44.   “I want answers goddammit!”

45.   “ Silence, you uneducated peanut.”

46.   “ It wasn’t the easiest life, it wasn’t the happiest life, it wasn’t even the best life,- but it was mine.”

47.   “You think you’re a better kisser than me? Come over here and prove it punk.”

48.   “That, my friend, is not a dog.”

49.   “You know they’re gonna use things you love against you.”

50.   “ I don’t know if you gentlemen pray, but if you do, now would be a good time.”

anonymous asked:

could u draw Pearl in her original Pearl outfit when she served White Diamond? ~gives u a cake~ :3

YES! DEFINITELY! I love when people request Undertale non-related stuff.  ❤

PS:. Thank you for the cake, i’m extremely grateful!  ❤ Hope you like the drawing!

Prompt List #1
  1. “Do you like them?”
  2. “I trusted you.”
  3. “Who do you think you are? The Queen of England?”
  4. “God, you’re pretty.”
  5. “You finally woke up, good dream?”
  6. “I’m not saying anything, every time I say anything you think i’m attacking you.”
  7. “Calm down, it’s just a chocolate bar!”
  8. “Why are you looking at me like that…?”
  9. “Wait! Stop!”
  10. “Please tell me you brought a toothbrush?”
  11. “We’re in the middle of nowhere!” 
  12. “You take the bed, you need it more than me.”
  13. “You want to set up camp? It’s been a long day? Here’s as good as anywhere else.” 
  14. “I’m not getting involved, this is between you two.”
  15. “How do you want to do this?”
  16. “You’re ridiculous”
  17. “You’re so warm!”
  18. “You’re freezing, jesus!”
  19. “You want to go trick or treating? Seriously?”
  20. “I’m sorry….”
  21. “I’m (First Name) Fucking (Last name)!”
  22. “You owe me one”
  23. “You always look beautiful.”
  24. “That looks like it hurts…”
  25. “Do you need anything?”
  26. “Hold on. You’re telling me that you want to go out to the creepy woods in the middle of the night on a full moon? Really? Really?”
  27. “We walk in together.”
  28. “This is my collection”
  29. “Be quiet! You’ll get us caught!”
  30. “How would you feel if it was you?”
  31. “You’re hands are so small!”
  32. “I brought you a muffin. You’re favourite…”
  33. “Sometimes I just want to cuddle, okay? Is that so bad?”
  34. “Now I know where half my wardrobe went.”
  35. “I’m fucking terrified and I don’t know what to do or how to stop feeling that way, okay? I’m scared…”
  36. “Here, let me just-”
  37. “You’re right…”
  38. “Nothing about us is conventional”
  39. “I need to make an entrance.”
  40. “Just..just smile and don’t talk too much”
  41. “You’re really special to me.” 
  42. “No more stupid stunts, please?”
  43. “You scared the shit out of me!”
  44. “How do you feel?”
  45. “Damn…I really thought that would work.”
  46. “Stop! Just stop!”
  47. “That tickles!”
  48. “I didn’t mean it like that! Stop making everything I say dirty!”
  49. “I can’t believe you just said that!”
  50. “Why are you naked?”
  51. “I am so sorry! I’ll just…I’ll just go…”
  52. “I’ll just wait here…”
  53. “Do I have to?”
  54. “Don’t point your wand at me!”
  55. “Exams are going to kill me.”
  56. “I don’t want to be alone.”
  57. “It’s not supposed to be easy…”
  58. “Are you proud of me?”
  59. “You’re so drunk.”
  60. “Please tell me this is a joke!”
  61. “What is that?!”
  62. “We only have one room left for the night…”
  63. “Room service?”
  64. “I can’t believe you eat pinapple on pizza…what sort of monster are you?”
  65. “I’m getting married? Since when were you choosing my future spouse!”
  66. “We all fuck up sometimes.”
  67. “Sometimes it just all gets to much, y’know?”
  68. “Naps are life, okay?”
  69. “I don’t think I could love you anymore than I already do.” 
  70. “If I marry them?”
  71. “You’re my fake husband/wife/spouse, deal with it.”
  72. “I kept every letter…”
  73. “You missed the best fight!”
  74. “Do you remember high school? When Lisa McKendrick got pregnant with Rob whatshisface and Maria was sleeping with Rob and her and Lisa got in that fight? That was…”
  75. “I have to live with what i’ve done.”
  76. “I had the weirdest dream….”
  77. “Who did the laundry? My favourite shirt is pink.”
  78. “I got you a trophy, it’s only plastic, but it’s for being the best human I know.”
  79. “Another bad date?”
  80. “Someone keeps leaving love notes in my locker and I’m not sure if I should find it endearing or creepy…”
  81. “Hello ms./mr grumpy.”
  82. “Do you want to wake them up or…”
  83. “Can we keep them?”
  84. “Look at you!”
  85. “Did you just whistle at me?”
  86. “Remove the hand before I remove it for you.”
  87. “I love your voice”
  88. “Put me down! I can walk!”
  89. “I need you…”
  90. “Can…can you come over?”
  91. “Where were you?”
  92. “This is the. Best. Thing. Ever!”
  93. “I mean witchcraft isn’t quite hocus-pocus, toil and trouble, type deal y’know? There’s some serious work involved!”
  94. “You’re the best.”
  95. “Can you please stop biting your lip…it’s distracting.”
  96. “You’d make the best boyfriend/girlfriend/wife/husband/partner”
  97. “Oh who cares what they think!? I want you!”
  98. “Backseats aren’t as comfortable as movies make them out to be”
  99. “Can I please see some photos of you when you were younger? How bad could they be?!”
  100. “And i’m dead.”

{Feel free to reblog and use yourselves. You can request prompts with these if you want to, but it’s first come first serve as I’ll only use each prompt once. As per usual you can always send in your own made prompt or ask me for a random prompt since I have a large collection of other peoples prompts for that.}

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“Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood”  

>> Riza Hawkeye

[send me an anime and I’ll vector my favorite character <3]

Originally posted by youforfeitallrights

Death Words in French

Mourir - to die (v.)
Pleurer - to cry (v.)
Faire son deuil - to grieve (v.)
Souffrir - to suffer (v.)
Mort - dead (adj.)
Mourant - dying (adj.)
Décédé - deceased (adj.)
Posthume - posthumous (adj.)
Désespéré - grieving (adj.)
Inimaginable - unimaginable (adj.)
Feu, défunt - late (adj.)
Souffrance - suffering (f.)
Lit de mort - deathbed (m.)
Tombe - grave (f.)
Perte - loss (f.)
Enterrement - funeral (m.)
Obsèques, funérailles - funeral (f.pl.)
Cendres - ashes (f.pl.)
Crémation - cremation (f.)
Nous a quittés - gone 

When every social media platform you log into has Valentine’s Day DLC spoilers

Originally posted by wonderlandforgirls

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i remember watching this episode for the first time thinking it’d be really good because of the fact that it started with true american but then it ended with my heart being ripped out so, what’s good, new girl writers? wanna repair my heart in these upcoming episodes?

Imagine Jeff being scared to take your virginity

Originally posted by knightlley

WARNINGS: Fluff, light smut

Jeff Atkins x reader

A/N (I can take any request from anything you guys want, message me, lmk!)


“Hey babe!”

Jeff kisses me as I opened the door for him to my house. My parents are out of town and I promised him l’ll help him study for his midterm. Not that my parents would care, they practically love him since we’ve been dating.

“Hey hot stuff, you can just through your stuff in my room while I get us something to eat”

As he jogs upstairs I quickly fix my hair and adjust my pajama shorts. I usually don’t care how I look around my boyfriend, but we’ve been dating for 5 months now and hasn’t even mentioned the thought of having sex with me. I pick up some chips and go upstairs where he is already laying out his textbooks.

“So we can start with World War 1 then go from there” he says as he’s looking at his book.

“Yeah sure, we can probably get through a few wars tonight.”

I jump on the bed and lay close to him. He looks up at me and smiles.

“You seem like your in a good mood, what’s up?”

“I can’t be happy to see my boyfriend?”

“You see me everyday baby”

“So you aren’t happy to see me” I fake pout.

“Shut up babe, you know I am.” He says as he pecks my lips.

“Yeah yeah” I smile. “let’s start with studying before we get tired”


“So that is what started the war?”

“Yes, but don’t forget how long the world ended”

“Yeah it lasted for 4 years.”

“Good, I’m actually a pretty good teacher”

“Your alright”

“Shut up” I laugh as I lightly punch him in the arm.

He laughs as he looks down at me. He glances down at my lips then quickly averts back to my eyes. I do the same, but make it known I’m looking at his beautiful lips. 

“Okay” he coughs. “at this rate we can g-”

I cut Jeff off by grabbing his face and smashing my lips on his. He seemed surprised at first then slowly closed his eyes. I slowly moved my hands around his neck as he put his on my leg and waist. As he deepened the kiss, he swung one of my legs on the other side of him so that I was now cradling him. As the kiss got more intense, I felt him moan against my lips. I needed air so I took that chance to take my shirt and bra off. His eyes were intensely locked on my chest and I couldn’t help but flush.

“You’re so beautiful y/n”

With that Jeff swung us over and pulled off his shirt. He went to my neck and chest and started planting soft kisses. As I slid my hands up and down his bare back, he started sucking harshly on my sweet spot. His hands started roaming my bare chest as he lightly squeezed. 

“Jeeeff” I moaned.

He looked down at me biting his lip as I started tugging his pants down. He threw them off and went back to kissing me. He kissed me so slow and passionately and I loved it. I started to kiss his neck and lightly grabbed him through his underwear feeling how extremely hard he was. he groaned at my touch and that made me crazy. I just wanted him already. I needed him.

“Jeff” I asked in between our kisses as he went back to my neck.

“Yes princess”

“Do you have a…you know….a-a” I slightly moaned.

“A…a condom?” 

“Yes” I said kind of embarrassed. 

He then stopped and slowly got off of me. Confused I sat up and pulled the sheets up to cover myself. 

“Did I say something wrong?” 

His back was faced towards me as he slouched over the edge of my bed.

“No, I’m sorry I just can’t do this right now” 

I’d be lying if I say that didn’t kind of hurt coming from him. I mean I thought it but I didn’t think he’d say it.

“You don’t want to have sex with me” my voice cracking as I put back on my shirt.

He snaps his head around and climbs back on the bed grabbing my hand.

“No no, god no, that’s not even close trust me.”

“Then why? I don’t understand” I look down.

He grabs my face and sighs.

“I’m scared okay”

“Scared?” I say kind of amused.

“Yes, don’t laugh, I’m the scared one. I’m scared to take something so precious from you. Scared to let you down after and I’m scared that you’ll regret it.”

He lets go of my face and focuses his gaze to the wall to hide his embarrassment. It’s now my turn to grab his face.

“Jeffrey, you don’t get it do you? you’re the precious one to me. I want you to be the one to take it because I love you”

He looks up at me and cheeses.

“I love you more princess.”

“So what does this mean now?”

“Well right now, nothing cause I have to go the bathroom to handle a little mess in my pants cause of you”

I try to hold in my laugh as he runs to the bathroom in my room 

“Sorry babe!”

cosmic-files-87  asked:

2/11/15 MSR for the angsty list....I know....I am an ass.... (but really!!!!! Please write that!!!!)

2 - I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you.

11 - You can’t keep hurting me and then demand I apologize instead.

15 - You betrayed me.

Author’s Notes: Okay, this one hurts. Like a kick to the groin kind of hurt. I almost feel bad. It is high angst & will probably piss some of you off. If you proceed – you were warned. Post IWTB.

Two Weeks, Too Cold

It’s been two full weeks since she’s seen him.

She can’t remember the last time she went more than a day without hearing his voice – What’s up, Doc? – watching him as he watched her, or felt his broad chest against her back as he spooned her to sleep.

I won’t be coming home, she had said. Don’t do this, he had begged.

Scully keeps telling herself that she made a mistake by letting him kiss her as she stood in their front yard with tears rolling down her face, by entertaining the notion that they could ever hide from the darkness. It was cruel, she thinks, because even then she knew that she wouldn’t be coming back home.

Which isn’t exactly true, because she did come home, briefly, to gather a bag or two of her belongings. Her chest aches at the memory – of the desperate tears and of his voice breaking on each  I’m sorry and please don’t leave me.

That was two weeks ago. Two weeks that have been filled with work, because if she can’t help the man she loves then at least she can help a child breathe. Two weeks filled with too much coffee, because her fingers feel ice cold without his own interlaced with them. Too little sleep, because her skin trembles and aches without his hands there to gentle away the nightmares.

Two weeks, she has decided, is long enough.

I just want to see him, she tells herself as she guides her car onto the long gravel drive that leads to their shared home. The house is modest, but cozy. Most of all, it’s theirs. The few tangible things they’ve shared in the past have been wrenched away from them – but not their home. No blood to scrub out of the carpet, no taped X in the window to summon life-threatening information. It’s just home, and it’s theirs.

She steps out of her car into the crisp air of early morning to pull open the gate, and she smiles to herself. The ritual of it is comforting. Countless mornings and evenings have began and ended with opening this gate, letting herself back into the beautiful, private world she shares with Mulder.

Pulling into her spot in front of the house, she sees a strange car. She frowns curiously. Did he go out and buy a car after I left? She wouldn’t put it past him, except that it would require his actually leaving the house (and nothing short of a psychic priest has convinced him to do so thus far).

On her walk to the front door, her heart begins to hammer against her ribs at the thought of seeing him again.  It’s only been two weeks, she chides herself. Still, she expects that he may be angry. When he’s hurt, he tends to deflect – in his case, that means petulant withdrawal and an abundance of sarcasm.

She draws in a deep breath and unlocks the door. He may still be asleep, she realizes as she steps into quiet darkness. It’s just after five o’clock in the morning. Just because she hasn’t been able to rest doesn’t mean he can’t.

But oh, she’s finally home. She closes her eyes, relishing the smell of Mulder’s aftershave mingled with the scent of the roses he had delivered to her office just a week before those goddamned agents showed up at the hospital. She remembers bringing them home, carefully tucking them into a vase of water. They’re beautiful, she had told him. Not as beautiful as you, he had replied, his hand tucked against the small of her back.

“Who are you?”

Scully starts at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, opening her eyes to see a woman standing at the threshold where kitchen becomes living room.

A woman.

Tall. Brunette. Holding a glass of water. Wearing only a t-shirt and a confused expression.

“This is my house,” Scully says, the words scraping past a throat that has gone as dry as desert sand. “Who are you?”

The woman stares back, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt uncomfortably.

No, not her t-shirt. Mulder’s t-shirt. Scully’s favorite shirt that Mulder owns, because it’s soft and worn and somehow still smells like the cologne he wore the first time she slept in his arms, even after all these years.

I’m going to be sick, this is not happening, oh Mulder what is going on…

The woman finally speaks, clearing her throat. “He – he said he lived alone.”

I’ve wandered into the wrong house, Scully thinks numbly. That’s the only explanation that makes sense.

But no. That’s Mulder’s shirt, and that’s the drinking glass my mother gave to me when we moved here. That’s the couch where Mulder and I made love less than a month ago.

“Scully.”

This can’t be the wrong house, because that’s Mulder. He’s standing in front of her, and he’s not wearing my favorite shirt, he’s not wearing a shirt at all, and he looks terrified, and oh God I’m going to be sick…

“Mulder?” Her voice sounds tiny. Her hands are still freezing, but now her palms are sweating as her stomach churns. Please explain this, Mulder, she begs silently. Please please please please.

“Who is she?” When the other woman speaks again, Scully wants to scream at her. She has no right to ask that. Scully is the one who should be demanding an explanation. She’s the one who deserves an answer. Not this stranger, with her morning-after hair and her long smooth legs brushing the hem of Mulder’s shirt.

I’m going to be sick.

“Mulder?” This time, her voice is louder, sharper, less please tell me this isn’t what it looks like and more how fucking could you.

He doesn’t acknowledge the other woman’s inquiry, instead stepping toward Scully with his hand outstretched. “Scully,” he begins, and her name on his lips tells her all she needs to know. She’s heard him speak her names countless times – calling to her for help, playfully teasing her, comforting her in times of distress, moaning in ecstasy as she coaxes him to climax, even shouting in anger during a particularly intense argument.

Never – never – has he said her name with this desperate, helpless tone threaded through it.

The woman has disappeared, and Scully can hear her in the bedroom – our bedroom  – gathering her things, probably eager to get away from this house – our house – and whatever is about to happen between them.

Mulder moves forward, and she sees panic etched into the lines of his face.

She squeezes her eyes shut, shaking her head as the full realization of what’s happening settles over her. “No,” she chokes, swallowing against a throatful of stomach acid. “No, no, no.”

“I’m sorry, Scully, please let me explain.”

Her eyes fly open, and she wraps her arms around herself. “Explain?” Her voice catches on a sob. “What is there to explain?” She stares at his face, his beautiful face, and it’s more than she can take, his eyes full of regret. She backs away, grappling for the doorknob.

“Scully, don’t leave. Please.”

Two weeks, Mulder!” Her stomach aches, her head pounds, and I need to get out of here, this is not happening. “I was gone two fucking weeks!”

She is hot and cold at the same time, her clammy palms sliding against the doorknob as her fingers shake uncontrollably. She feels the heat of his body behind her, and oh God, she wants to lean into him, just to warm her hands, but nonononono, she has to leave, she cannot stay another minute in this house.

When he places a hand against her shoulder, her entire body recoils. “Get the hell away from me,” she gasps, her breaths coming in shorter spurts now, her lungs burning.

The doorknob finally relents, and she shoves against the door, stumbling outside where it’s still so cold, it’s not home, and she can’t breathe, and fuck you Mulder how dare you how fucking dare you.

He follows her across the yard. “Scully, please.”

She doesn’t break stride or respond. She’s almost to her car when she feels his hand catch the arm of her coat. She jerks free, but his grasp is lighter than she expected, and the heel of her boot slides against a leftover patch of ice. 

Under any other circumstance, she would have caught herself. The reflexes instilled in her all those years ago in FBI field training never failed her before, but she can’t even catch her breath so how is supposed to support her full weight?

Maybe she doesn’t even want to.

Her knee meets the ground with a sharp crunch, and she hisses in pain.

Immediately, Mulder is at her side. “Oh God,” he says, and reaches for her again. She slaps his hand away, and finally the tears she’s been fighting break through, streaming hot against her chilled face.

“In our bed, Mulder,” she says bitterly, leaning back against the tire of her car. “I was gone two weeks, and you fucked someone in my bed.” She tries to suck in a lungful of air, but is met with resistance when the breath halts on a sob. So this is what suffocation feels like.

“I was drunk,” he whispers miserably.

“When are you not?”

He flinches, but continues. “I don’t know what happened. Scully, I don’t even know her.”

“Where did you meet her, Mulder?” She glares through her tears. “All this time, while I’ve been working, have you just been out meeting women to bring back to our home? Our bed?”

“Of course not,” he breathes, staring at her in horror. “Never. You know me better than that.”

“I thought I did,” she whispers brokenly. “I never believed you would do this. Not in a million years, Mulder.”

“Neither did I.“ His voice is pitiful and sincere.

She swallows thickly. “You betrayed me.”

He sinks all the way down beside her. “I know,” he says quietly. “I know, and I’m so sorry.” There is a heavy silence between them for a moment before he adds, “Scully, you left me.”

Scully shifts to face him, and grits her teeth against the pain that the motion sends shooting through her knee. “You’re unbelievable,” she spits venomously. “You screw another woman in my bed, on the sheets you bought for me on my last birthday, and you’re making this my fault?” She fumbles with the top of the tire, trying to pull herself to her feet.

“Scully, stop,” Mulder pleads. “You’re hurt – your leg.”

“You’re damn right I’m hurt,” she snaps. “And it has nothing to do with my leg.”

She gives up on standing for the moment. “You never answered my question,” she tells him, her eyes burning hot into his.

“What question?”

“Where did you meet her? I’ve never known you to socialize, but clearly, there are a few parts of your character I somehow missed in all our years together.”

He stares at his hands for a moment before meeting her gaze. “I went on a walk and ended up at a bar. It’s a couple miles down the road. I had more than I planned, and she – she offered to drive me home.”

Scully folds her arms tightly around her midsection. The tire is wreaking havoc on her back, but she barely notices.

“Classy, Mulder.” She closes her eyes again, but the tears fall anyway.

He sighs. “You left, Scully. You just left, and you wouldn’t return my calls. I didn’t know if you were ever coming back.”

Scully tenses as another wave of nausea washes over her. “I left because you wouldn’t leave the house unless it was to spiral back into your fucking paranoid obsessions!” 

She covers her face with both hands. “You can’t keep doing this,” she sobs. “You can’t keep hurting me, and then demand that I apologize instead.”

“When have I done that?” His voice is laced with disbelief. “When have I ever done that, Scully?”

Fuck you Mulder fuck you fuck you fuck you –

“Fuck you,” she cries, gripping the edge of the tire again and heaving herself to her feet. “I don’t need you.” 

She ignores the throbbing in her knee when she puts weight on it. “I don’t need anyone,” she says, her voice breaking. “I think we both know I’ve survived greater losses.” She wrestles with her purse, digging for her keys. “But it’s fine. I don’t need any of you.”

Mulder touches her shoulder, and she shrugs him away again. “Don’t touch me.” She yanks her car door open. “I told you to get away from me.”

“Scully, I’m sorry,” he says weakly. “You may not need me, but I need you. I always have.”

“You didn’t need me last night,” she tosses back viciously as she forces key into ignition. “I can’t take care of you anymore, Mulder. Figure it out.”

He positions his body so that she is blocked from closing the door. “Scully,” he tries again, his voice echoing with despair. “I’m begging you. Please. You came back for a reason. Please don’t leave again.”

Her chin trembles as she answers him in a voice as brittle as dry ice. “I left for a reason, too.”

She grasps the door handle in her hand despite the remaining tremors. “Move.”

He slowly backs away, and at last she sees tears shining in his eyes. It’s too late, it’s too much this time, I can’t.

The sound of her slamming door causes him to jump. The pressure she places on her gas pedal makes her moan with pain as her knee protests the movement.

When she glances in her rearview mirror, she sees a tear-blurred image of her entire world, standing with his arms hanging helplessly at his sides.

He’s still not wearing a shirt, she realizes.

Go back inside, Mulder. It’s too cold out here.

I would know.

END.

Before you ask, yes, there will almost certainly be a follow-up.

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Snape with a few hairdos, the manbun, the bowl cut, all the classics.