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cheelieve7 · 2 years ago

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Pavement Rose Part 4 - Sweet for breakfast

Fandom: The Boys (Amazon Prime TV Series)

Pairing: Black Noir x OC

Hello! I really don’t know if anyone is following this fic seriously but i’ll just assume so and say, i’m sorry for the break! I’m genuinely depressed after that last ep y’all lol But my boy deserves a hug so, anyways, i hope you guys like this!

Tags: @joequinngf

For the first part:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/cheelieve7/686962414693040128?source=share

For the second part:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/cheelieve7/687694097503420416?source=share

For the third part:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/cheelieve7/689079191986208768?source=share

I opened my eyes. Everytime i did, i couldn’t prevent the feeling lost. I didn’t know if i felt this way because latest memory i could muster was filled with nothing but confusion. Now every time i opened my eyes, i expected to be lost again both physically and mentally. I also couldn’t help feeling like a total stranger to my own place. At first i thought that was just because i was staying in a hotel but it unfortunately didn’t make any progress when i moved into my own place as well. It almost felt like i broke into someone’s home and fell asleep on the couch.

Ha. I fell asleep last night huh. Oh. I quickly searched for the space under me as if i was looking for a remote. Like as if he could be stuck between pillows. Where was he? I bit my lip. God i hope i didn’t drool. I didn’t know what i exactly expected but i was surprisingly disappointed when he just left like that, without even a note. My eyes searched one more time the coffee table for that small piece of paper.

Nope. What did i even expect i mean.

‘‘Oh well. Consider yourself lucky he was okay with lilo&stitch.’‘

The hell i was gonna feel myself lucky for. This was my house i mean. ‘’I dare him to not be okay with lilo&stitch.’’ i answered to myself.

Sigh. What was i gonna do with him? Was there gonna be even another time i wondered. I mean sure, we’d come across during work. I just didn’t recall a single time he formed a sort of exchange. But then he’d accept the invite to my place and watch an animation with me all night, not minding me snoozing on his shoulder. One would define my companionship last night less than ideal. But how about me?

Now i changed my position from laying down on my side to facing the TV with my legs and arms all stretched out for a yawn. I let my arms fall to the backside of the sofa. Did i enjoy his companionship? I gave one last look around in hopes of a note. So what if i did? How bad could it get? And that was only if we ever hanged again. It wasn’t like he swung by after work everyday. Ha. When i think about it, i don’t think we ever ran into each other except when i was randomly in mortal danger.

‘‘Idiot.’‘

‘‘What did you even think you idiot.’‘ i murmured again to myself. Now i grabbed one of the pillows up to my chest to gain some sort of consolidation. But but... he made a little heart. That must have mean something. I pulled my legs to myself and made a little fetus position, now pillow under my chin. Maybe i should had ask for more explanation then and there instead of simply inviting him over. He must have thought i understood it. I reached for my purse and grabbed the sandwich from yesterday. When i realized i was holding the damn sandwich with both hands as if it’s the most valuable thing in the world while i’m intertwined with my blanket due to all stretching around and pillow safely sitting on my lap, i decided maybe it would be a better idea to have my breakfast on my kitchen instead.

Just when i reached my counter two things hit me. I actually had his number. When i got the first gift, the phone; my phone, he sent a message with it. I never seemed to receive an answer to my previous attempts before but now maybe things would go different. And there were a plate of fresh puffy pancakes just waiting there for me.

Okay, i was simply gonna ignore the amount of things he caught about me and how he did and proceed to just try messaging him instead. I just seemed to have a knack on people’s moods well, most of the time anyways and i wanted to trust myself on this. No matter how creepy it’d come off some things he’d do one would say, when we were on the sofa together last night and just enjoying the moment, i didn’t get any alarming feeling. And that was good enough for me.

‘‘You bitch you actually did enjoy it didn’t you.’‘ i couldn’t help smirking to my own words. It was refreshing to not feel the urge to keep making up a story for everything because i didn’t remember the original story i had. No matter how much i liked hanging out with Paige, there was this need to keep up just so i wouldn’t come off as weird. Hell, i still did come off as one i bet but i didn’t want to risk losing very few friends i had. I took a big bite from one of the pancakes to distract myself from amount of thoughts i’d bury myself in. God, this was good. I couldn’t help myself chuckle. Just imagining him with a little apron over his suit, waiting on top of the pan, spatula on hand, ready to flip the pancake any minute. God. That’d have been a sight to see.

‘‘Such a shame you did so many yummy pancakes but didn’t stay long enough to share.’‘

I read the message couple of times before i decided to send it. I wasn’t exactly sure what to say or if i’d even finally receive an answer from him. But it didn’t hurt to try. I kind of wanted to see him again. He was a mystery himself and it was intriguing to worry about someone else’s background for once.

I tucked the rest of the pancake to my mouth and threw in one of the banana slices as well.

‘‘Oh god he sliced a banana.’‘ i giggled.

I decided to make a plate and carry the fun back inside to my sofa. Grabbed two more pancakes and i randomly poured the ‘’sliced’’ fruits i saw on the other plate to mine and grabbed the chocolate sauce from the fridge. This was good enough. And since it was a Saturday, i didn’t have to rush to eat in as well. Hell, could even brew some tea and treat myself. I quickly turned my stove on for some hot water and carried my plate to the living room. Just when i was finally gonna sit on the sofa, i heard the door knock.

No way.

No. way.

I heard the door knock three more times.

‘‘Um comiiing!’’ after moving over my small shock, i rushed to the door only to surprise even more.

‘‘Black Noir.’‘

‘‘Hi.’‘ hi? Stupid. Stupid! He lifted up his hand and gave a small wave when i looked at him like a rabbit that just jumped in front of a car and got blinded by its headlights.

‘‘Errm, why don’t you come on in?’‘ i opened the door a bit to give him space. I tried to get it together my composure as well. I must have looked really funny right now. After he payed a quick look, he walked past me towards the familiar room. I followed him behind, feeling like a kid compared to his build.

‘‘Would you like me to make you a plate as well then?’‘ i asked, knowing well enough he wouldn’t answer. He just settled down to the place like it was his usual hangout. I couldn’t hide away my smile. He was this unreadable assassin to everyone. Intimidating. Terrifying. Monster. But there he was. Passing rabbit drawings to me and making pancakes for breakfast. He almost looked innocent sitting between my colourful pillows and small blanket. Came to share pancakes.

‘‘I want to try something.’‘ i blurted out. I didn’t know what came over me but i felt so bold out of a sudden. I was filled with adrenaline. My heart was beating my chest just too loud. I marched in front of him and get down on my knees. I wasn’t gonna back down on my plan. Our eyes met. Was he nervous? Yesterday i was tired enough to pay attention to his mood but now i could sense it. He was nervous. I slowly moved up while i rested my palms on both of his knees and placed one of my knees between his legs to the sofa for support. We were so close. I could feel him tense up with unclarity of my motions.

‘‘It’s okay.’‘ i tried to give him reasurrance. He placed his hand to my chest. It was embarassing to know he could hear it all too well how fast my heart was beating. I shut my eyes for a quick second. Okay. No back down. I opened my eyes and held his hand. He looked at my hand to understand what i was doing. After my fingers lingered around with his a little, i placed his hand on the backside of my hand and once again i held our eye contact.

‘‘See. If i do something you don’t like, you can stop me.’‘ i quickly explained. And i did the same to his other hand that was holding my chest. Now it was time for the hard part. I slowly held his chin with both my hands. I was almost sitting on his lap now. My legs were curled under me uncomfortably but i was still between his legs. And god, were we close. I circled my thumbs over his masked cheeks. He didn’t move away his gaze for one moment. It was as intense as if he saw through me. Made me shiever a little when i looked back at him.

‘‘It’s okay.’‘ i repeated. And i slowly moved my hands to his neck. I looked back in confirmation. And slowly started to lift the mask up. I could feel his hold that was following my hands were getting tight in warning.

‘‘It’s okay.’‘ i said one more time. But i continued to lift. And i stopped when i reached his nose.

‘‘Now i see you too.’’ i murmured. I had a sheepish smile on my face, i was mesmerized by the trust he’d just put in me. I kept running my fingers on his bare face now as if i was the one tracing his features. Originally my plan was up to this point but a new curiousity hit me. I smiled at him again with the idea i just had. I placed my hands to his shoulder this time and slowly close in. I wasn’t sure how he’d react so i was dramatically slow. I didn’t pull my gaze from his eyes as well. Then our lips finally met. I pressed a soft kiss to his lips and pulled back to see his reaction. But when i felt his arm wrap around me as if wanting to pull me closer, i wrapped one of my arms to his neck as well. Our chests were pressing to each other now. He pulled me up, took me into his lap and i let my legs fall into either side of him. My hands were tracing patterns on the nape of his neck now. His fingers were searching for in the folds of my t shirt, almost in an attempt to feel me under the soft material. Our lips clashed once again. The kiss was filled with so much more heat now. His tongue devoured into my mouth. I couldn’t help escape a soft moan. And after couple more small kiss, i pulled back and rested my head on his helmet.

‘‘This is okay.’‘ i smiled. I took one of my legs and threw over his lap as if i was laying down. I rolled my arm tight around his neck while i reached out to a piece of pancake from my plate.

‘‘Wanna taste? You sort of came here for this after all.’‘ i laughed and held it up to his mouth. He took the bite in with one sharp move and start chewing. I could feel his content. That just put me at ease too. It was a weird sensation but i felt safe. Accepted. Belong. I liked it. I rubbed my nose to his neck and rested my head in the crook of his neck. And brought my other arm over his left arm and held it there. I could get used to this.

‘‘Thank you for the pancakes.’‘ i hummed.

#black noir #black noir fanfiction #black noir x reader #the boys tv #the boys #the boys fanfiction #black noir fandom #black noir x you #black noir fluff

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magnumdays · 4 years ago

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OTP PROFILE GAME!

rules: answer the questions about your favorite ship (all time or current) then tag other people to do it too!

SHIP AND FANDOM: So I’ve shipped a lot of things in my life but my most constant for the past two years or so is Thomas Magnum x Juliet Higgins from CBS’s Magnum PI. So shockingly, that’s what I’m going with!

MOMENTS:

What were their first impressions of each other?

Juliet: Obnoxious, freeloader who has no money or brains or prospects.

Magnum: British, stuck up, beautiful, kick ass...annoying her is going to be so much fun. Too bad her dogs are evil.

A moment you think that both/one of them will remember forever about each other:

For Magnum, I’d say when Juliet "drowns” in the ep. “Blood in the Water” and he brings her back. I think that moment and what his life would have been if he hadn’t been able to resuscitate her will always haunt him a little. (But that’s just my shippy brain...)

As for Juliet... I think she remembers everything but maybe Magnum telling him _he knows her _when she’s about to go kidnap/ torture/ kill the guy who might have intel on her (dead) fiance’s killer and then talked her down when she was about to kill him.

A moment you think that both/one of them wishes hadn’t happened:

Weirdly the first thing that comes to mind is Higgy’s face when watching Magnum hold his dead ex. I think because she knew sort of what that felt like (to lose someone you thought was going to be your future - even if Hannah betrayed him long before the start of the series) one of her big regrets might actually be that she/they weren’t able to prevent Hannah’s death. Writing that, it sounds kind a messed up but I think Juliet just wants as little pain as possible for Magnum and that moment was definitively painful for him.

I think Magnum just regrets not asking Higgy to be his partner sooner...

What is Their Moment for you?

_Their Moment _as in the moment I began shipping them or their moment when the characters “knew”? Because I basically shipped them from the pilot.

As for their most shippy feel-y moment... maybe from the crossover episode. It’s for sure one of my favorites. When Magnum proposes a toast to "us” for having saved the day and she tells him that it’s not a competition and if it was “McGarett wouldn't come close” and he points out that not all office romances fail. The looks and feels in that scene is just off the charts.

Then again, most scenes with them are so IDK, it’s hard to pick one moment!

LIFE QUESTIONS:

Marriage? If yes, who proposes?

Maybe. They both have been engaged to other people pre-series so having them at least get engaged by the end of the series would be the best. I’m hopeful for a proposal in the Ferrari, maybe Magnum has it all planed out and Juliet figures it out and he has to do it on the fly...

Magnum. It’s canon now.

(Well it was for two episodes).

Children? If yes, if one had to stay home with them, who would do it?

I hope we’d at least one kid this in-show, be it an actual Miggy kid, just some nephew coming to stay or a case related ‘take care of the baby’ one but I’m not sure. Both of them are pretty great with kids so they’d have one at least. As for childcare, I’d think they’d take turns or just recruit Kumu as a nanny so they can go off solving cases and saving the world together.

Housing? Where do they live together?

I’d love to see Juliet moving into the guest house after much debating on where they should live. It would also be interesting to actually see them get a place outside of Robin’s nest to really call their own. At the same time, who’d give up living in a beautiful mansion for free?

Pets? Do they get a pet together?

No. I mean, they do have a goat for like five minutes (Ellie, you are missed) but I think they’d just stick with the Lads (even if they occasionally try to snack on Magnum...)

PERSON A & B…

Who would kill/remove the spider and who would leave it under a cup and leave the room?

I think both of them would be too busy saving their latest client, bickering or just all around not caring to pay attention to the spider. If it got too up and close with Juliet she’d def. take care of it though...

Who sings all day long and who gets so used to it they don’t even hear it anymore?

I think the singer has to, predictably, be Magnum. Even if we did get Juliet doing a karaoke number...

Who can cook a gourmet meal for two and who can maybe use the toaster?

Higgy can cook it but would probably never do it. Magnum makes breakfast everyday and with impressive skill (he can use much more than just a toaster, as long as it’s breakfast foods being cooked).

Who wakes up before the sun rises and who would sleep in until 2pm if they didn’t have an alarm?

This one is easy. Juliet is the early bird and Magnum sleeps the day away.

Who is more affectionate/touchy?

I want to say neither and both. But I’m going to say Magnum because... well just because. But I feel like outside/ in public / even among friends, they’d be pretty low on the PDA. They’d both ‘cuddle’ like pros in private though...

Who wears the other’s hoodies/shirts?

OMG now suddenly all I can think of is Juliet in Magnum’s favorite Hawaiian shirt.

Wait!

I'll be right back...

Give me just one second...

There we go...

Oh no, why do I suddenly have the need to go write a fic in which this actually is a thing?! Urg. No. I’m just going to put it in one of my WIPs. We’re not starting any new fics this week. Nope. No.

Who said/ will say “I love you” first?

Maybe a little controversial, I’m going to say Higgins. Because she has more baggage, her actually being the first to say it fits better and would be more satisfying. Also I think they’d be together a good bit before any I <B U are spoken...

#otp #miggy #shipping #Magnum pi #my otp #Thomas Magnum #Juliet Higgins #Can't wait for December 5th #Magnum x Higgins #Season 3 here we come

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greekowl87 · 4 years ago

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Fic: Watching in the Shadows

A/N: I’ve had difficulty bringing myself to write anything since October. I had some personal issues to work through regarding my anxiety and life. I’m still trying to work through it right now but I managed to cobble this together over the past month. This isn’t my best work and I’ve probably done something like this before (another fic that was a post-ep of FTF), but I at least managed to write something. Sorry. If you've gotten this far, thanks again for taking the time to look it over.

Also, no beta. Is AO3 more your thing, you can read this here

Tagging @today-in-fic @improlificinsarcasm @suitablyaggrieved @baronessblixen

The nightmares had started shortly after Mulder’s one-in-a-million successful rescue and their daring seascape from Antarctica. Somehow, they had made it with some minor scrapes, bruising, and some frostbite. They came back to D.C. and it was questionable whether they still had jobs or not. The x-files had been burnt in a flash of lost hopes and dreams. Only the ashes were left, smeared by the boots of the notorious Them.

After their latest jaunt in Arizona chasing more would be aliens exploding from human chests and poor Gibson Praise, Scully wondered if God was trying to take a cue from James Cameron. That ended roughly too. In addition to the nightmares she refused to acknowledge, the added insecurity of Diana Fowley was like a harbinger of the future.

Scully twisted in bed, her cotton sheets coiling around her like a python. It was suffocating. She was in that weird twilight of waking and still traipsing through a dream. Those that said you didn’t dream of color were wrong. She remembered flashes of being locked in that tube with that thing shoved down her throat. The cold that had eaten into her bones and down to her core, making her feel brittle. She remembered seeing those gelatinous bodies in Texas and remembered her fear. That would be her. That would be her fate.

Of course, she wouldn’t tell Mulder. Why would he believe her anyway? His thoughts were up in the clouds trying to get their work back. Scully finally woke up gasping. Her hand clutched her chest to feel her racing heart, mentally calming herself that nothing had exploded out of her chest. Her fingers touched the tiny gold cross and she squeezed it so hard so it would be indented in her finger pads.

“I’m alive,” she whispered to the shadows in the room. “I’m alive.”

The fragments of memory were still there, just like something you couldn’t see out from the corner of your eye but you knew it was there. She glanced at the alarm clock. 4:01 am. It was a Saturday so she would not have gone to work. She could afford to sleep. But was she going to?

During the past six years, she did not get nightmares. Not normally anyway. There were a few after Pfaster and then with her cancer. Without ignoring the science...damn her own words. She turned out the bedside lamp and got out of bed. Without really thinking (it was still night in her opinion), she went to her kitchen and filled her teapot. As she tried to decide what tea to drink, she heard a light knocking on her door.

There would only be one person who would knock on her door this early (or late).

Scully opened it without ceremony, replying, “The last time you came to my door, you were drunk and dragged me across the country. It’s Saturday and I’m not going anywhere.”

He looked tired, worse than usual. The bags under his eyes indicated something much worse. He read her unspoken question. “I haven’t slept in over 24 hours, Scully. I’m not planning on anything. I just didn’t know where else to go.”

He knew what just to say to pull at her heartstrings. She took his hand and pulled him into her apartment, locking the door behind her. “I can’t either.”

“Nightmares?”

The word was effortless, showing just how well he knew her. “Something like that. I was about to make tea. Do you want some?”

“Do you have anything stronger?”

“How about we settle in the middle? A hot toddy? You can stay here in the meantime.”

“What? You’re not going to kick out self-deprecating and self-pitying Spooky Mulder?”

“Of course not,” she said. “Is that even a question?”

She selected two bags of Chai tea with two mugs. She went to another cupboard and stood on her tiptoes, trying to reach a rarely used bottle. In three easy strides, Mulder was behind her. “The rum?”

She nodded and felt him press behind her, easily getting the bottle. “Grog?”

She chuckled. “Not quite. Hot toddy. I think it might be better for helping get us back to sleep.”

“A sleepover?”

“A sleepover,” she chuckled. This is how she liked her Mulder and she felt those insecure thoughts replaced with a warmth that she had come to know. “Maybe I’ll let you even play twister.”

“Scully,” he chuckled.

“Go make yourself comfortable. I’ll be there in a second.”

She heard him kick off his shoes and take off his leather jacket, indicating he had no plans to leave anytime soon. Scully was fine with this. He flipped on her television, keeping the volume low. She laughed when she saw James Cameron’s ‘Alien’ come on and Mulder looked at her funny. “What?”

“I...it’ll sound stupid…” She shook her head. “Never mind.”

“Tell me,” he encouraged.

“I’ve had trouble sleeping since Antarctica.” She nodded towards the television. “My nightmares. I wonder if James Cameron is playing a role. I keep seeing myself back on that ship. And after...the face-hugger.” She motioned to her chest. “Bursting out in all the bloody glory.”

“But it didn’t, Scully. It didn’t.”

“Still doesn’t stop the nightmares.” She first added generous amounts of the spiced rum and then the Chai tea. “I was awake and aware when I was in that tube. Not all the time but I was awake. I remember. I remember the coldness...” She shook her head and her voice faded.

Mulder nodded gently. “I get the impression that you don’t want me to talk about the subject.”

“I don’t want to fight, Mulder. I don’t want to fight about the report, the work, or Fowley right now. I’m tired.” She rubbed her eyes. “Nor do I want to scold you on what happened in the Bermuda Triangle. We both know how stupid that was.”

Mulder was quiet. “I do trust your judgment, I do trust you. Without you...I probably would have been stuck in 1939 with no way home.”

“Mulder.”

“I do trust you,” he repeated, with more certainty. “More than anything.”

Scully nodded, satisfied with his response. She took the two mugs and walked them over. “So,” she said, “you had to pick Alien after I told you God is consulting with James Cameron?”

“Run of the luck. Do you want me to change it?”

“No, no. It’s fine.”

Mulder sipped the hot toddy, his eyebrows arching in surprise. “You didn’t go light.”

“No, but it works well together. Don’t you agree?”

“Very good.”

“So, Scully, since we’re having a sleepover, wanna play truth or dare?”

“Excuse me?”

“Truth or dare?” He smirked.

She was tired. Maybe her brain wasn’t working correctly. Maybe the lack of sleep had something to do with it. She decided to indulge him this time. “Truth.”

“Okay,” he paused. “What was your nightmare about?”

“Very smooth and not at all obvious.” He shrugged, sipped the hot beverage, and watched her. She sighed. “What could have been if you had not gotten to me in time when they took me.” She recognized that look and she hated it. “Stop profiling me.”

“I’m not.” He looked almost insulted. “I was just hoping to hear more. But it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth. Ask your question, Scully so we both can get it over it.”

The sharpness in his voice took her off guard. “What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I asked you first.”

“Truth. No. Fact. I do love you.”

“I…” She felt panic rise in her chest. No. No, no, no. “Mulder…” He held his hand up and she grabbed it, shooing it away. This was getting out of hand. “Not like this. Quit messing with me, Mulder.”

She got up quickly and downed the scalding liquid. She winced. “I’m not.”

“It’s not funny,” she said again in warning. “Stop messing with me. This entire game is stupid. Why did I even let you talk me into this?”

Scully remembered how her mom used to force Melissa to include Scully in her sleepovers. Even though there were only two years between her and Missy, Scully always felt like the odd one out. Nerdy Dana who always had her nose buried in a science book. Why don’t you marry Einstein they would tease. As much as she loved her sister, that game left nothing but bitter memories for her.

Mulder frowned, surprised by her sudden reaction. He didn’t know why the words fumbled out of his mouth the way they did. But now that it had happened, he couldn’t see a reason why not. He watched her set the forgotten drink on the kitchen table and pace.

“Scully.”

“Why did you come here? Why did you come here, Mulder?” She wrapped her arms around herself. Maybe she was caught in the throes of another nightmare. “Answer me!”

“Do you want me to leave, Scully?” He asked. “If that’s what you want, I have no problem doing that.”

“I didn’t say that. Stop twisting my words.”

“Then come back here and sit down.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she bit her lip and nodded. She sat at the opposite end of the couch. Mulder suddenly felt the dynamic shift between them and it was like a game of chess. “For the record, I do not feel comfortable about this.”

“Noted. Now, what did you dream about?”

“The first time I was abducted, there was some trauma there. Bits and pieces. But this time was different. I dream that I die. You don’t come. That thing explodes out of me like those crime scene photos. I performed the autopsy on that body and saw what happened. That was going to become me.

“And I die to expect during all this, I am alive and I feel every sensation. I don’t know what is worse: knowing that I almost died from the virus or the chip in my neck.” Scully found herself confessing fears that she had managed to repress for the past year. “Ruskin Dam. Skyline Mountain. The cancer. And now this same Earth-based virus that we also found in Gibson Praise. What do you think it means, Mulder? It terrifies me.”

Mulder fumbled over her words in his mind. Where does he even begin? “I came here because I didn’t know where else to go. The bar…” He snorted with displeasure. “After what happened in Dallas, I was devastated. After almost losing you, well, let’s just say I got my priorities straight.”

“Priorities.”

What the hell was going on between them? “What are we doing here, Mulder?”

“What do you mean?”

“This. You come over at 4 am. Make me confess my soul.”

“It is Saturday so it’s not like we have to work.”

“We may not even have jobs.”

He held up a finger. “Prohibition period, remember? We do have jobs. We just to get to do background checks and chase shit around the country.”

“I don’t see what’s so great about it.”

“I have you. You’re still here with me. She wasn’t.”

“She?”

“Diana.”

Scully frowned at the mere mention of the name. “I still don’t see why you trust her or what you see.”

“She was there when I found the x-files. But who is here now, where she could still have a promising career in medicine despite the fact most of her patients are dead?”

“Except for one.”

Mulder smiled. “You’re still here. After all this, after all that we’ve been through. You’re the one I trust the most.” He sighed and sipped the hot toddy. “I still trust her because how could I not, Scully? But she’s not the one I went to at four am.”

She remembered going to him at the reflection pool at twilight, taking his hand, a wordless promise to each other. “Touché.” She relaxed. “Look, I’m sure you didn’t mean that…”

“I did.”

Shit. “Let’s put a pin in that thought,” she said quickly. Mulder sat his mug on her coffee table. “Coaster.”

He grabbed two and slid them across her oak coffee table. “Why is it so hard to wrap your mind around it?”

“Well,” she began, struggling to find her voice. “There’s different types of love. You love me like a friend, a sister, a comrade…”

“And then are is also the type between…”

He said this as she was trying to put her mug on the table but, uncharacteristically, the mug fumbled, spilling all over the table. “Shit.” The hot tea burned her hands and Mulder was already rushing back into her kitchen, grabbing towels and the ice pack. “Mulder…”

“I got it.”

He quickly cleaned up the mess and Scully took the extra towels. She wiped the mess off her hands and frowned at the red swelling starting on her knuckles. Mulder wrapped the ice pack in another towel and took her hands. “Mulder.”

“I gotcha, Scully.”

“Mulder, I’m fine.”

“Will you just let me?” The sharpness of his voice silenced her as he took her hands gently and held the ice pack against it. “I know you want to be this badass FBI agent…”

“Want to?”

“I know you are a big, badass FBI agent. Just let me for once?”

“Fine.”

They sat in silence as Mulder held the ice pack over the top of her hands. She cleared her throat. “I meant what I said, Scully. I do love you.”

She scoffed. “I’m sure.”

“You aren’t a replacement.”

Scully shook her head, refusing to believe him. “You always do this.”

“Do what?”

“Twist words.” She tried to pull her hands away from him without success. “Mulder, let me go.”

She felt Mulder squeeze her fingers tighter. “No.” He was staring at her. Those goddamn— “Look at me, Scully.”

Why did she feel tears in her eyes? Her eyes did feel dry from lack of sleep. “No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m sick of the lies.” She rested her chin on her chest. “I’m tired of the smoke and shadows. For once, I just want someone to tell me the truth and mean it.”

Mulder sighed. She winced hearing it. “What do you want me to do, Scully?”

“Tell me the truth.” She looked

“I am.” He removed the ice pack and kissed her knuckles. “I love you. You aren’t a replacement. Nothing could replace you.”

“Then what am I to you?”

“You’re Scully.” He looked at her as if that was even a question. “When it came to Samantha, I was able to live with it. I have for 27 years. But when I lost you on Skyline mountain…” Mulder put the ice pack back on her knuckles. “I couldn’t...I didn’t know what to do. I was filled with such rage. I almost killed Duane Barry. The months during your absence, I didn’t do so well.”

Scully watched him. “You rarely talk about it.”

“Because there isn’t too much to say. I took a couple of profiling cases. Coming back to the basement office—it didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t the same.” He nodded to the small gold cross on her neck. “I wore your cross when you were gone.”

She remained quiet.

He snorted derision and looked down at their hands. “It’s stupid. There was a point, right after you came back, that X wanted me to just take a plane ticket and leave you and forget everything. You. The x-files. The shadowy men without names. Everything.” He adjusted the ice pack. “And maybe, at one time I would, but not when it came to you.”

“Do you know why seeing run off with Agent Fowley hurt me?”

“Why?”

“It’s our work,” she specified, emphasizing the word ‘our.’ “She comes out of the woodwork and, all of the sudden, I take the backseat on this. I thought it was my science that kept you honest, Mulder.”

“Your science does,” he quickly caught himself, “quit twisting my words.”

“I’m not. My hands are fine, Mulder.”

“I guess they are.” He pulled back the ice and Scully flexed her numb hands. “Do you want another cup of tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“I left you with Gibson because I know he would be safer with you rather than Diana.”

“Yet, I still lost him.”

“No. He was at the nuclear facility. I have a hunch he is safe.” Mulder looked over his shoulder. “How generous, Special Agent Doctor?”

“Shut up. Make it a generous one.”

Mulder smiled and called, “Did you know I was a bartender for a couple of months in Oxford?” Scully’s mind was trying to reel with everything that was happening. But she forced her insecurities into the backseat and let Mulder take the lead. He frowned “If I were just here for something else, we’d be halfway across the country right now.”

“I don’t know if that is a good or bad thing, Mulder.” Scully watched the tv, flinching at a particularly gory scene with a face hugger. “Do you have nightmares?”

“Hm?” Mulder shrugged with his back to her. “Sometimes. That’s one of the reasons why I don’t sleep.”

Scully was quiet as Mulder returned to her with a new mug of hot Chai tea. She took it and sipped the mug. “Good. Thank you.”

“And for the record, Scully, the nightmares aren’t just of Samantha. It’s you too.”

She closed her eyes, annoyed with this vein of conversation. “Is that why you decided to profess your undying love?”

“I thought it was a good moment. But that’s not all of it.” Mulder rejoined her on the couch. “Are you ready to talk about that?”

“I still think you’re full of shit.”

He laughed and sipped his hot toddy. “That’s why my eyes are brown.”

“Hazel.”

“I’m only half full of shit then.”

Scully snorted into her drink. “I honestly don’t know what to believe.”

“I want to believe,” Mulder teased in a fake E.T. voice. She snickered playfully and slapped his thighs. “See? Made you smile. Careful. It might stay that way, Scully.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay,” he said. He checked his watch. “It is almost 4:30 am, Agent Scully. Your guest is intoxicated. What are you going to do?”

“I thought we were having a sleepover?”

“Did I say that?”

“You’re words, not mine.”

“At least take off your shoes.”

She heard Mulder kick them off and he grabbed the remote. He changed the tv to the Sports Channel. After seeing raise a questioning eyebrow, he shrugged. “So, do you watch Sports Center or a movie to fall asleep to?”

“What happened to Truth or Dare?”

“Okay, truth, or dare?”

“Dare,” she said.

“I dare you to have a sleepover on your couch.” That eyebrow. “Just...whatever we are, Scully.”

After a few moments of hesitation, she nodded. Scully felt him squeeze her hands and smile. She stood still like a painting. He smiled at her and she forced herself to return it. Mulder unwound her like a knotted piece of string and lounged himself. Despite their height differences and oppositeness, they still were made for each other. Scully found herself curling up next to him as he grabbed the remote and changing it to a 4 am playing of ‘Mystery Science Theatre 3000.’ Mulder grabbed a knitted, over large Afghan from the back of her couch to tuck around them.

“What does this say to you, Agent Mulder?”

“I love you,” he whispered. He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And I tell you without hesitation.”

Scully was quiet. “Why did you come here again?”

“There’s nowhere else where I would rather be.”

“Good enough for now.”

Scully quickly ran through possible scenarios. What did she have to lose? Everything. “This won’t change anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to lose us,” she replied cautiously.

“This will change nothing. If not, only for the better.”

She wisely chose not to say anything. She tried to relax but she shook her head. She pushed away towards the other end of the couch. There was a visible look of hurt on his face. “It’s not you,” she replied quickly.

“Yeah, I’ve heard it before. It’s me.”

“For once, it’s is me, Mulder. I can’t...I can’t get past my insecurities.”

“What insecurities?”

She ghosted him a smile. “The hallway? Either we have really bad timing or bees don’t like us.”

“Or?”

“You mentioned it earlier. I don’t want to be a replacement for Samantha or her…”

“Her?” It took a moment for Mulder to recognize what she was telling him. “Why do you say that?”

“I overheard what you said to Arizona. She’s staying on the x-files because it’s the best way to represent your interests. Before that, when we still had the office, I caught you all holding hands. She seemed so excited about something. That is when I called you. I told you I was driving back. I was just sitting in the car in the garage outside.”

“Watching in the shadows?” Mulder sighed. “Scully…”

“I feel like I’ve been on the outside a lot lately.” She sipped her hot toddy, the alcohol burning in the back of her throat. “So I can’t help but feel somewhat insecure. Just talking about it…” She snorted into her mug of tea. “It’s taking a lot.”

“I can understand that.”

“Do you?”

He hesitated. “I...like to think so.” Mulder leaned forward. “I know things have been tough. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re still here.”

She titled her head in question. “What do you mean?”

“I thought that you have left. Maybe try to go back to Quantico or quit the FBI all together.”

“I almost did that night when they told me Salt Lake City. But you’re my partner, Mulder. It’s as simple as that.”

He took her free hand and entwined their fingers. “And for that, I am grateful for that of every moment of every day. Do you want to know the difference between you and her?”

“Our heights?”

Mulder snorted in muted laughter. “I guess, physically, but where it counts, you tower above her.”

She arched a skeptical eyebrow.

“She left me. No warning or note. Just up and left. I haven’t been in contact with her since she left. She wouldn’t have chased me like you have or been thrown in contempt of Congress for lying to save my ass.” Scully smiled as she looked down. “She wouldn’t have thrown everything out the window to deal with her crazy partner. You are so much more than she was, or is, Scully.” He brushed her hair out of her face. “And I have never loved anyone more than I love you. Truth. I meant what I said in that hospital. I love you.”

“You really overcomplicate things.”

Mulder shrugged and grinned. “So, Scully, where does this leave us?”

The insecurities raged inside her and she averted her gaze. “I’ve had nightmares about this too,” she said softly.

“Why does it always feel like we are watching from the shadows?” He asked her softly. “Especially in our nightmares? We feel like we don’t have control?”

“I don’t know. I thought you were supposed to be the psychologist?”

“It was rhetorical.”

“I know.” She sighed and looked at the tv for a distraction. “After all we’ve been through, Mulder…”

“What about it?”

“I do love you.” She said as quickly exhaled so it came out in a jumble of words. Scully doubted he had heard her. But his playful grin suggested otherwise. “You heard it?”

“Ears like a fox.”

Mulder bent forward again to kiss her again, forgoing all shyness. She felt him bring her closer, snaking his arms around her. He sighed audibly before she returned it with much gusto. Senses alight for both of them, Scully managed to be the level headed one between them both. “Mulder,” she breathed. “I hardly think this is the place?”

He pulled back and blinked in confusion. His senses were drunk off her that it was heard from him to make sense. “What?”

“I don’t think the couch Is the best place for this.”

“Why?”

He was only now capable of single-word answers and questions. She smiled. She felt lighter. The nightmares that had plagued the back of her mind for months now seemed like a distant memory. “Just because.”

It seemed like she was incapable of speaking too. She pushed the Afgan aside and got to her feet. The cups were forgotten and Mulder clicked off the television. Words failed them but their unspoken communication did otherwise. He took her hand and squeezed. “Are you certain?”

“No,” she admitted truthfully, “but I know what I feel. I’ve learned to trust my instincts.”

Mulder smiled. She led him to her bedroom. She kept the lamp near her bed on and he looked at her tossed sheets. He exhaled, letting out a heavy sigh. “I wish you would have told me sooner.”

“What would you have done, Mulder?”

“Acted sooner.”

“Well, you’re here now, right?”

“Of course. You haven’t kicked me out yet.”

“I’m not planning to.”

Scully took his hands and pulled him closer. She felt emboldened and the room felt hotter than it was. He smiled. “So…” She grabbed him by the scruff of his t-shirt and pulled him downwards. Mulder’s spine protested but he didn’t care. Let Scully take the lead. His arms reached downwards to bring her closer. Suddenly, she felt frozen. Just a second ago she had felt so confident. Now, she was unsure. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you certain about this?” Her voice was soft but the lingering hesitation could be heard. “About this thing between us?”

“Yes, I’m more certain than anything else.”

“Okay.” There was another pause. “So...how do we do this?”

“We just do,” he laughed.

She shook her head and said, “Isn’t this better than a stakeout, watching in the shadows for some would-be informant, and then finding out it was a waste of time.”

“Scully, are you proposing role-playing?”

“No. It’s just…” She laughed despite herself. “I never imagined this.”

“Are you certain you want to go through with this? You don’t have to if you’re…”

“No, I want this.”

Mulder kissed her softly at first but deepened it. He walked her backward to her bed until she bumped up against it. Mulder smiled as pushed her to sit down. “It’s, uh, been a while.”

“Same.”

He sat next to her and laughed. “I expected this to be different.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re going to do this, aren’t we? I expected it to be a bit more...fevered? And look at us, like two scared virgins.”

Scully laughed. “So, Mulder, do you want me to take the lead?”

He rolled his eyes. “Or we can just go back to watching TV. I’m sorry. I guess it’s the sleep deprivation talking.”

“We aren’t watching TV. I thought we were having a sleepover. At some point, we do have to sleep.” She got to her knees and pushed him onto his back. “Besides, Mulder, we’ve come this far. When have we ever done anything halfway?”

“What have you done with Dana Scully?”

“Invasion of the body snatchers?”

Scully felt her courage return. She swung her leg over his hip and straddled him. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t remember this being a part of a sleepover.”

“Well, it’s a thing between partners, right?”

She slid lower, squeezing her thighs in the process. He grunted in response. “Right. I’m not complaining by the way. I was just stating.”

She hummed. She was alight was all new sensations. Mulder let his hands drop to her waist. “I like those pajamas by the way. It’s not silk for once.”

“Cotton.”

“Huh.”

“My mom says…”

He couldn’t take it anymore. “I don’t care what your mother said.”

His long arms twisted around her and pulled her down. She braced herself, sticking her hands out on either side of his head to brace the impact. She collided into an Earth-shattering kiss. Stranger thing how time and physics worked. She sighed happily as her tongue delved into his mouth. This was good. “This is wonderful,” she whispered between breaths.

“Do you know what makes this better?”

“What?”

“Give me some control?” She paused. “Do you trust me, Scully?

“Yes.”

He smiled. “You know that you’re the only one I trust, right?”

“Do you?”

Instead of answering her, he skillfully changed their positions so she was laying on her back and he was laying on her side. His left hand carefully undid the button down her pajama top. She breathed sharply at the first contact of his fingertips caressing the swell of her breast. “I do.” He watched her thoughtfully. “You see, before you...I had a few partners. They came and went. It was like they wanted nothing to do with me. But you...you challenged me, you made me better. I can’t place the exact moment but it may have been laughing with you in that graveyard in Oregon at five o’clock in the morning.”

She hissed at his touches. “That was nearly six years ago.”

“So, I like a slow burn. I have never felt this way about anyone except you.” She laughed but she bit her lips to keep herself from crying out. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Do your nightmares involve this, Scully?”

“I don’t let myself indulge in such fantasies.”

“Why not?”

He was growing bolder with his explorations. She sighed and closed her eyes. “Lately, with everything, I don’t know.”

“What do you say we change that?”

He bent down to kiss her again and pushed up on her top. He wasn’t rushing nor did she mean his slow advances. Soon, she found herself growing restless. “Mulder?”

“Hmmm?”

“Enough of this. Let’s finish this.”

This is not how neither one of them imagined things. Scully had it imagined it fast and quick after the turmoil from a case. Mulder, on the other hand, imagined it slow after one night of verbally sparing with one another. Who needed guidance when you had your better half?

The lamp remained on. There was no hiding from this. Six years of tension resolved.

The clothes were peeled artfully like it was nothing new. She laughed between their kisses. “At least I don’t have to save you this time.”

He suckled her hungrily. “You already did. A long time ago.”

Mulder reached to turn out the light on her nightstand and Scully grabbed his wrist, stopping him. “No, leave it on.”

The first time was always awkward. They both remembered being told that my friends when they were teenagers. “I expected this to be different,” he admitted.

“Mulder, shut up.”

“This has got to be a sleepover for the record books.”

At the clock turned 5:00 and the red numbers faded against the lamplight, Mulder continued. Clothes were shed, and they crawled beneath the covers. The fire ignited and fears were extinguished. Gone was the cold that plagued the nightmares and shadows that kept them in hiding. Their bodies entwined, just as their souls had been for years.

Their ecstasy came to a crescendo as Scully felt her last orgasm leave her and Mulder followed soon after. He was laughing as he rolled off to the side and she grinned like a fool. He started to laugh too and any tension that remained fade as she came down from her high.

“Well, I certainly don’t remember sleepovers being like that,” he remarked.

Scully could hear the fatigue in his voice, finally evident from someone who had not slept in over 24 hours. She smiled goofily and nodded toward the window. “The sun is coming up.”

“How can you tell?”

“It’s summer and during that time, the sun comes through the window sometimes. It’s been so long. I can’t remember the last time I stayed in bed this late.”

“We haven’t been here that late.” He yawned and pulled her closer. “Where are you going?”

“Give me a sec.”

She reached to turn out the light and moved to get out of bed. “Where do you think you’re going? And why did you turn out the light?”

“Because, Mulder, this is supposed to be a sleepover,” she said, “and we need to sleep.”

“And based on what scientific evidence?”

“I’m a doctor.”

He watched her jog nude across the bedroom in the dark shadows to open up the blinds slightly to let in the morning light. She rushed back to bed. “Oh, your cold,” he complained.

“Knock it off.”

Scully reclaimed her spot next to him. They both turned beneath the covers to face the newly opened blinds as the early morning light began to shine through. “No more shadows, Scully.”

“No more shadows.”

#xfiles #xf fic #txf #txf fic #msr #msr fic #mulder #scully #season 6 angst #ust #rst

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storiesforallfandoms · 5 years ago

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a great team ~ yungblud

word count: 1730

request?: yes!

“could u maybe write a dom/yungblud fic?? maybe he meets a writer working for his record label (she could be writing someones biography or smth) and they hit it off and then maaaybe flashfoward to them being together??”

(i made her a songwriter i hope that’s okay!)

description: in which a famous songwriter is paired up with a famous alt. rock musician and they find out that they’re a great team, in more ways than one

pairing: yungblud x female!reader

warnings: swearing mainly

masterlist

You checked the time again as you tapped your fingers against the steering wheel. You were late for the meeting you had with the new artist you were supposed to be working with because you left your house later than you meant and got stuck in traffic. You didn’t even know who you were supposed to be working with because your agency hadn’t told you who it was yet, so you couldn’t even contact the person to tell them you’d be late!

You sighed heavily as your car moved about another inch. You looked at the time once again, willing the traffic to let up so you could make it before the artist just left.

The one upside to being stuck in traffic was that you were having some good ideas for songs. The downside was that because you didn’t know who the person you were supposed to be working with was, you had no idea if the song would be the right genre for the artist. Regardless, every time your car came to a stop you wrote some more lyrics down. By the time you finally got through the traffic you had a whole song written.

You were humming a possible beat to yourself as you raced through the hall till you got to the studio you were book in for the day.

“I am so sorry, traffic was absolutely awful and I got stuck,” you explained the moment you pushed the door open.

The person waiting for you was a younger looking guy with a messy mop of black hair, wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. He looked up at you and smiled.

“It’s cool! I figured that’s what it was. I’m not long here myself,” he responded. He stood and held his hand out to you. “I’m Dom, professionally known as Yungblud.”

“Oh! Yeah, I know you. I love your latest EP, it’s like the most played thing on my phone right now.” You realized his hand was still extended to you. “Oh! Right! I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” Dom said.

“So,” you said as you both sat down together, “why do you need a songwriter? I thought you wrote your own stuff.”

“I do,” Dom responded. “But my label is pushing for my next album like now, so they called in some help. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for the help, but I hate being rushed. Making music is a process that can’t be rushed.”

“Trust me, I understand. I’ve had my fair share of singers essentially being forced to work with me because they’re under some sort of time limit to get an album done. Record labels just don’t get it because all they do is slap their name on the thing and release it to the world.” You shrugged. “On the positive side of all of this, while I was stuck in traffic I managed to write a song if you wanna check it out.”

“Like a completed song?” You nodded your head and laughed at Dom’s bewildered expression. “Yes! Let me see it!”

You passed Dom your phone. You watched him read through the lyrics in silence, waiting anxiously for his reaction.

He started nodding his head and humming to himself before singing a couple of the lyrics. The melody he came up with was definitely much better than what you were humming.

“It’s amazing!” he finally said. “That’s perfect! I have to make a note of this melody in my head before we continue. We’ll work on the instrumentals later. I only need like four more songs and then the album is ready to go.”

“Let’s get to work then!”

You two were sat there for hours on end. It was easy bouncing ideas off of one another and banging out three more songs together. It was as if you both had the same mind when it came to songs and lyrics, and even melodies as you were eventually coming up with the instrumental ideas for the songs and both your ideas were the exact same.

Before you knew it, you had the album written. All that was left to do was figure out the instrumentals and the vocals.

“Well, that was a breeze,” Dom commented. “We make a pretty great team, huh?”

“Honestly, you’re the best musician I’ve worked with,” you told him. “Most people I work with, especially on such a strict deadline, are so hard to write with. They want the album to be perfect since it’s so close to being released that they refuse some of the stuff I write because it’s ‘not their style’ and ‘too simple’. I wonder why they kept me around for so long. Realistically, you could’ve told me to leave at any time if you weren’t enjoying my company.”

“That’s awful,” Dom said. “I don’t understand how people can turn down help when they obviously need it. It’s hard enough to write one song by yourself, let alone having to do multiple in one session. Even if the lyric didn’t sound like something they’d sing, that’s why they’re there, to make it sound like their style.”

You shrugged. “Some people are afraid of being called out for having a ghostwriter, too. I’ve worked with a couple artists who said they’d consider my ideas and then didn’t use them at all so they didn’t have to put my name in the writing credits. It’s all about appearance, you know. If you’re found out to have a song writer help you they accuse you of ghostwriting. It’s hard in the industry to be a songwriter alone and not a singer-songwriter.”

Dom shook his head. “That’s not right. Most people need a professional songwriter to help them out.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

There was a prolonged silence between the two of you. You weren’t sure what else to say or do. You both technically had the studio booked for another hour, but there wasn’t much that could be done right now without a producer or any musicians present. A couple of the songs written were meant to be collabs with other singers, so those couldn’t be done until Dom reached out to those artists.

“So,” Dom started after a moment, “you said I can tell you to leave at anytime. I know we technically have another hour before our session is up, but would you be opposed to being kept a bit over our time?”

You raised an eyebrow, confused by his question. “What do you mean?”

“Like...I dunno, would you wanna grab something to eat or something?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the question. “Yeah, I would love that.”

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A few months later, you were sat at home watching a late night talk show in which Dom was performing and being interviewed. His performance, which was of the song you had written that day in traffic, had just ended and you were waiting for the show to start back up after the commercials.

When it finally did, there was Dom, sat next to the interviewer and smiling widely.

“Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen we are sat down now with Yungblud!” the host announced. The crowd cheered in excitement and Dom was beaming at them all. “So, this new album, it comes out in about a week. What can fans expect from the album?”

“It’s a sort of different album as far as what fans usually get from me. It’s still my usual style but it’s sort of different subject matters on each song than what I usually sing about.”

“And I heard that you actually had a songwriter brought in to help you write some of the songs.”

Dom nodded proudly, unashamed to admit it. “I did, yeah! Her name is (Y/N). She’s honestly the best songwriter in the game if you ask me. We got together and I’d say in 2 hours flat we had songs written, melodies figured out and we had sent out samples to artists we wanted featured on the album. That’s the fastest I’ve ever gotten anything done.”

The audience applauded and you couldn’t help but smile at, even though no one could see you.

“On the topic of this songwriter,” the interviewer continued, “there have been some reports that the two of you may or may not be dating. There’s been pictures of the two of you together getting very cozy.”

The smile on Dom’s face only got wider. He looked up at the interviewer and shrugged before responding, “I guess the cat’s out of the bag. Yeah, we are dating. We have been since that day in the studio, actually. We thought we made a great team songwriting wise, let’s see if we make a great team dating wise. And so here we are.”

The crowed cheered excitedly. You felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Keeping this relationship a secret, even if for a couple of months, had been the toughest thing for you. You just wanted to tell everyone that you two were together. To post all the cute pictures you had saved on your phone, to not be afraid of being caught by fans or paparazzi. To just be a happy couple in public no matter what.

Now, it was out there for the world to know, and you couldn’t feel happier about it.

The interview continued until the host thanked Dom for coming onto the show and plugging his album one last time before going to commercial. Nearly seconds later, you phone was ringing. You looked down to see that it was Dom trying to facetime you. His face was still beaming with pride when you answered his call.

“Did you see it, babe?” he asked. He sounded so excited, like a kid in a candy store.

“I saw it,” you confirmed. “How do you feel, baby?”

“I feel so free!” he declared. “I’m so glad to publicly call you mine.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m glad to publicly call you mine, too. Finish up your press tour for your album soon and come back to me, I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, love,” he told you. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

He kissed his camera and you giggled again, kissing yours back. Yeah, you both definitely made a great team.

I’m sorry if this sucked :/

#yungblud #yungblud imagine #yungblud x reader #dominic harrison #dominic Harrison imagine #dominic Harrison x reader #imagine #request #one shot #imagine request #leave a request

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tracybirds · 5 years ago

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oof okay I know I said I would title fics from now on but it wasn’t a pinky swear and it’s quarter to tomorrow so I will worry about that later. I’m done poking this thing and I’m pretty satisfied in the end so yay :D

Basically from when the rewatch ep was Runaway 2 weeks ago I got (justifiably) annoyed at Scott and decided that No, Brains wasn’t gonna let that slide, we need to have a ~~conversation~~

Huge thanks to @gumnut-logic for putting up with my grumbles and brainstorming me out of “stuck in the middle”-itis

Much love, hope you enjoy <3

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Brains said very little as they stood on the train platform, waiting for John to send Thunderbird One back to pick them up. Scott wasn’t sure why it was taking him so long – if he had been in closer range to his ‘bird and able to bring her back to him himself, they’d be halfway to Tracy Island by now. Forced patience lead to forced conversation, but the stilted answers from his friend soon killed his enthusiasm. Scott had never felt so awkward following a rescue before.

“You did great, Brains,” said Scott. He was trying for an encouraging tone, but the words felt limp in his mouth. “I liked how you…”

His voice trailed away at the unimpressed look Brains levelled at him.

“P-please don’t Scott. I would like to go home.”

The deafening roar of Thunderbird One’s engines drowned out Scott’s small “okay”.

He gave a tight smile as the train engineer clapped him on the shoulder and wished him well, before quickly following Brains into the heart of his ship. Lady Penelope might scold him later if the brush-off reached her ears, but he had larger concerns for the moment than reputation.

Brains was already strapped in.

“You ready?”

“Yes, thank you Scott.”

Scott narrowed his eyes as he looked back at Brains. The frostiness was starting to get to him but as long as the engineer didn’t want to talk about it, Scott knew he wouldn’t. He shrugged and turned back to the controls, pulling up a commlink to his brother.

“How’s my flight path looking, John?”

“You’re cleared for flight, Thunderbird One. Veer south by south east once you’re over the Pacific, there’s a nice little weather system heading for the Japanese coast line.”

“How bad is it?” asked Scott. “Should we stay?”

“I’ve spoken to the authorities already, they’ve assured me that their own civil defence will handle it. Besides, I want Brains to have a look over this computer programme. Alan recognised it was using game theory – except I know the type of coding that goes into a game theory operation and this isn’t it.”

“Could you forward me a c-copy, John?”

“I could Brains, but I’d rather not. Something seems off about this virus, but I can’t put my finger on it. Until I know what it is, we should keep it contained.”

“FAB, John.”

“See you at home.”

The holo died and Scott chanced one more look back at Brains before he eased the throttle forwards.

“You okay, Brains?”

“Fine,” came the terse reply. “Perhaps you’ll take m-my request for a lower velocity m-more seriously this time?”

Scott squirmed guiltily in his seat.

“Sure thing. I’m sorry about earlier.”

“N-not as sorry as I was.”

He couldn’t argue with that. The silence stretched into the long seconds. At her top speed, Thunderbird One could be home in twenty minutes. At this subsonic crawl, it would take nearly seven hours.

“Do you want some music or something?”

“No. Thank you.”

He heard a deep breath from behind him.

“Scott, I need to speak with you.”

His shoulders tensed at the words. Whatever had been eating Brains, Scott was about to find out.

He checked the flight plan one last time before setting the controls to autopilot. It was with a plastered smile that he spun his chair around to face Brains.

“What’s up, Brains? I know something’s been eating you.”

“I want to ask if you res..sp-respect me.”

Scott’s eyes widened.

“What do you mean? Of course I do.”

“I d-don’t think you do. Not after today.”

Scott was still processing that comment when Brains sighed.

“You shouldn’t have brought m..me. It was a bad c-call.”

“You did great,” protested Scott. “We couldn’t have done it without you there.”

“Yes, you could have,” said Brains firmly. “For all that you thought you needed me, in the end John found a way around the p-problem.”

“There was no guarantee he would, or even could.” Scott crossed his arms across his chest, leaning forward in his seat. “You were our best chance at success. It wasn’t a spur of the moment decision, I thought it through.”

“I’m not s..saying that you didn’t–”

“Then what’s the problem?”

Brains pulled himself upright, looking him directly in the eye.

“You d-didn’t let me finish.”

Scott blinked.

“Sorry, Brains, I just–”

“N-no, Scott, listen to me. I’ve read the reports, I know how you operate. You sat in that seat and you fell back on solely reacting to the s..situation. You needed to adapt your approach and you d-didn’t.”

Scott felt a flare of anger, the heat rising to his cheeks as quick as the vicious defence that scorched his tongue. He bit back his hasty arguments, trying to focus on the man in front of him.

“What d’you mean I didn’t?” he demanded. “What’s wrong with my approach anyway? We saved the guy, didn’t we?”

“You wouldn’t listen to m..me when I asked you to slow d-down.”

“People were in danger!”

“You shoved m-me out of Thunderbird One,” said Brains loudly, acting as though he hadn’t heard him. “I was scared out of m..my mind, and you were too busy laughing to notice nearly crashing into a m...m-mountain.”

“I wasn’t laughing, I–”

“You were rash, Scott, you c-couldn’t take two seconds to find another way of d-doing it.”

“I had to take charge, there wasn’t any time.”

“No time?” Brains levelled him with a glare that pinned Scott to his seat. “N-no time to listen to the expert you chose to bring with you?”

“You know it’s not like that Brains, come on.”

“I’m not like you Scott, I can’t jump out of planes. I was an untrained operative in the field, and you c-couldn’t show m..me enough respect to trust my knowledge in m..my own abilities.”

“If you’d had just trusted me–”

“Trusted you?” Bitter laughter echoed around the cockpit. “You made it clear you d-didn’t trust me, why should I have done the same?”

“Brains, we’re on the same team.”

“What you d-did, Scott, was not teamwork. You thought ahead as far as needing me there, and no m..more than that.”

“When you’re in a rescue situation, nothing matters except the people we’re saving. Nothing. We couldn’t afford to wait for you to get your head in the game.”

Brains shook his head.

“You’re wrong, Scott. Your team has to c-c-come first. Your brothers trust you with their lives. I trusted you with m..mine. I shouldn’t have been thinking I m-made a miss-m..mistake to do that.”

Scott froze, the implication of that statement sinking into his skin. He knew the value of a team that had your back, had had it drilled into him when he was still green and barely out of high school. Basic training had stripped his individuality in favour of a cohesive unit that lived and died by the trust and faith they placed in each other. He knew better than all his brothers, except perhaps Gordon, how important trust in his teammates was.

He knew how closely trust and respect were tied together. Brains had been right. And he had been wrong.

He’d been wrong before. The memory constricted around his heart, the last time his arrogance and dismissal had cost him floating through his mind.

“I’m sorry,” said Scott. “I really am.”

The words were quiet and hidden beneath Brains’ own voice.

“I don’t know where you got the idea that we d-do this regardless of c-cost. I know it’s hard to accept that when your father–”

“Dad has nothing to do with this.”

Scott spun his chair around, pretending to check over his instrumentation. He knew Brains would know exactly how unnecessary his actions were, but they covered the sudden wateriness in his eyes.

“I don’t want to lose them. I don’t want to fail again.”

The truth tumbled from his lips, a quiet admission that he knew would sound like a concession.

He wasn’t talking about his brothers.

There was a long silence, before Scott heard the distinctive click of the seatbelt. He looked up as Brains walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You need to trust m..me and my judgement, just like you d-do yours. Your father did.”

“I know,” said Scott, staring determinedly down at the ocean beneath his feet. “Brains, I’m sorry. We needed you and I let you down.” He snorted, the image of Brains dangling from underneath his ‘bird brought back to mind. “Literally, and in the worst possible way.”

Brains chuckled as he sat next to Scott on the floor, dangling his legs over the dizzying view of the sea below him.

“Thank you, Scott,” he said quietly. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked down.

“Uh, Brains?” asked Scott. “Is that a good idea? Being scared of heights and all?”

Brains glanced up in surprise.

“I’m not s..sc-scared of heights. And even if I were, I know everything about Thunderbird One. You’d have to do something intensely stupid for m..me to be scared in here.”

Scott laughed, the sound loud and full and easing some of the tension in the cockpit.

Brains watched him with a bemused expression on his face.

“International Rescue has a p-problem.”

“We do?”

“Of course we do. Now that I’ve done it once, I’m never going on a rescue I haven’t volunteered for again.”

“What? But what if we need your expertise?”

“I’ll be on the c-comms, of course. But that is exactly the problem.”

“You have that virtual system hooked up to MAX, don’t you?”

“That will be fine for the short term, if MAX is able to go. I need to do some R&D when we get back.”

“For what?”

“Creating new hardware that will allow me address MAX’s limitations of size … without restricting his capabilities. I’ll need to read up on the latest literature, run some preliminary tests.”

Scott’s eyes glazed over as he listened to Brains muttering away to himself, the specifics of quantum technology escaping him, but he couldn’t help the fond smile that escaped him.

“Brains?”

“Hmm?”

“We couldn’t do it without you.”

“I know.”

“You’ll tell me if I do it again, right?”

“Of c-course.”

The silence that fell between them was comfortable and amiable, and Scott found he didn’t want to be the one the break it. His attention was drifting as the ship slowly cut across the sky. He chanced a look across at the engineer, now immersed in a number of texts on his data-tablet.

“Hey, Brains?”

“What is it, Scott?”

“Can I up the speed here?”

Brains blinked and stood carefully.

“As long as you remember you’re out of sick bags. And I won’t be helping you clean up.”

“Okay then.” Scott perked up in his seat, relieved that the easy friendship he enjoyed with Brains had returned. “We’ll be home in two hours.”

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