#IWTB era-ish

[freckleslikestars]

aubade

aubade noun a poem or piece of music appropriate to the dawn or early morning.

IWTB era fluffy-ish ficlet inspired by this post

565 words, read here on AO3

5:30. It was always when her alarm was set to five-fucking-thirty that he hated it most, when its insistent beeping seemed most obtrusive, rudely dragging him from the little sleep he got. Of course, she never even stirred for it. He was certain that she would sleep through the apocalypse if he let her.

‘Babe, alarm’s going,’ he muttered in her ear, voice gravely from sleep, eyes still shut tight against the impending day.

She grunted and burrowed further into her pillow, humming contently when he finally peeled his eyes open and reached over to slam his hand down on the top of the clock to get it to shut up, the little red numbers flashing angrily at him. ‘Come on, Scully. You’ve got to get up.’

‘No.’

‘You’ve got work.’

‘Mm. Five more minutes.’

‘No. You’ll hate yourself if you do,’ he sighed, slumping back against his pillow. He counted in his head, fifty-seven seconds before she groaned and sat up, combing her hand haphazardly through sleep-tangled hair and yawning noisily, before she swung herself out of bed, grumbling the whole time about the unfairness of him getting to lay in. He knew she didn’t mean it, knew that if he got up with her, she’d roll her eyes at him and tell him there was no point in him getting up just because she was when he might as well at least wait until the sun had crested the horizon. But still, she grumbled, and allowing his eyes to slip shut again after taking a quick moment to admire the sweet curve of her ass cheeks in the little shorts she’d taken to wearing to bed, he murmured a quiet: ‘perks of being a fugitive.’

She disappeared off into the en suite, and he rolled over, nestling into the warm gap she’d left behind, allowing the familiar sounds of her readying for the day to soothe him into a light slumber – he wasn’t going to fall back asleep properly now, but he could doze for an hour or so. Maybe, if he had the energy, he might tackle the repainting of the porch swing today, should the weather hold. Or fix the leaky roof in the mud room. If he had the energy, that was. He should probably see what he could rustle up for her dinner, too. Write a grocery list for her to get – they were running low on things he could make half-decent meals out of. He’d check the message boards first, though. There was a debate he’d been having with TruthSayer121212 that he wanted to continue if they’d responded.

‘’m off,’ she murmured, pressing a kiss to his temple and running a hand through his unruly hair. It was almost as long as her’s had been when they started sleeping together all those many moons ago. ‘Needs cutting. I can do that on the weekend for you if you want.’ He nodded and gave a non-committal grunt, and he heard her sigh quietly. ‘Mulder?’

‘Hm?’

‘Why do you always end up on my side of the bed?’

He shrugged, buried his nose deeper into the crisp white cotton of her pillowcase, ‘smells like you.’

He could feel the soft smile pulling at her mouth as she pressed one more kiss to his lips, leaving him with a minty taste and the sound of her tires on the gravel.

Tagging @today-in-fic

[mldrgrl]

Prompt: already in a relationship, mulder is still suprise to find a naked scully walking around in the apartment

The Possibilities are Endless

By: mldrgrl Rated: PG-13 Maybe not quite what Anon ordered, but close to it.

They’d had so little time together in the beginning.  From friends to lovers overnight and suddenly he was gone and back and gone again.  And then they were fugitives, living in shadows under assumed names, trying to re-learn what it was like to be together when in reality, they’d never really gotten that chance in the first place.  Neither could relax or feel very comfortable in cheap motel rooms and always looking over their shoulders for signs of trouble.

When they finally felt safe enough, they settled in a little isolated house in the middle of Virginia that Mulder had owned for years, but couldn’t be traced to either of them.  At The Gunmen’s urging, it had been purchased as a safety net in case things were to ever go awry.  He’d stayed there, briefly, after being forced to flee DC, but quickly moved on to New Mexico where he’d be better equipped to continue his quest.  

Still, it took months for them to start to feel secure again.  They’d spent weeks inside with curtains drawn and shutters closed, alert to even the quietest noise.  Summer came and windows needed to be opened.  They needed to risk spending time outside to do repairs to the roof or to the porch.  Scully had planted a garden that needed weeding and tending to.  After awhile, they settled into their new normal.

Scully had stopped coloring her hair when they began living as fugitives.  Actually, she’d initially dyed it an insignificant shade of brown that was sure not to attract attention, but as that faded, she allowed the natural strawberry blonde to return.  Her hair grew longer and softer and wavy.  In the whole time they’d worked together, Mulder had never realized how much effort she put into straightening and maintaining that hair until she stopped.  She’d even apologized to him once for how unkempt it looked and he shook his head so fiercely he thought it might fall off his shoulders.  He liked it wild and untamed, free-flowing and fluffy.  Definitely not something to apologize for.

Getting comfortable led to another development that Mulder was fully on board with, but tried to keep his cool about.  Scully had begun to walk around naked.  The first time he saw it happen with his own two eyes, he’d just come inside from fixing a step on the porch.  Sweaty and dirt-caked, he’d shed his t-shirt as he bounded up the stairs and he was suddenly caught like a deer-in-the-headlights at the sight of Scully, clearly just out of the shower with her hair up in a towel-turban, stark naked and rifling through the dresser drawers.

It shouldn’t have been so unusual, but Scully had always confined her nudity to the bed and the bathroom.  Whenever she left the shower, her robe went on.  Whenever she left the bed, some form of whatever she (or he) had been wearing before she got naked, got picked up and slipped on almost immediately.  He said nothing about it, afraid that calling attention to such a momentous occasion would make her self-conscious.  He’d simply thrown his t-shirt into the hamper, shucked his jeans in the bathroom, and taken a long, cold shower.

It happened again the following week when Mulder had just returned from the hardware store.  He’d needed more boards and Scully had wanted some particular seeds for her garden.  He’d come in, called her name to let her know he was back, and when he found her, she was in the bedroom, lying prone under the ceiling fan without a stitch of clothing on, rubbing ice onto her neck and chest.  

“Did you get the seeds?” she’d asked

“Uh,” he answered.  They’d been talking recently about installing an air conditioner in the upstairs window, but he suddenly found himself both completely unmotivated to do so and cursing the fact that it was too damn hot to do much more than watch her cool herself down and try not to salivate.

The third time it happened, he nearly expired on the spot.  It was a Sunday, he was at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee.  Scully came downstairs with a mountain of bedsheets and it wasn’t until she passed by and he happened to take a glance up that he caught her tail end, literally.

“Scuh…”  He coughed, sputtering his coffee across the newspaper and nearly spilling the cup in his lap.

“I’m putting the flannel sheets on,” she called.  

He had to beat his chest for a minute to catch his breath and then he got up from the table to follow Scully into the laundry room and make sure his eyes were not deceiving him.  Lo and behold, there she was, loading sheets into the washing machine in her birthday suit like it was completely routine.

“Are you aware that you are absolutely, 100% stark naked right now?” he asked.

“Grab the detergent for me?”

He grabbed the first bottle he found, not sure if it was detergent or not because he’d lost the ability to read the minute her bare butt sauntered across the kitchen.  

“This is the fabric softener,” she said.

“Oh.”

Scully shook her head and stood on her toes to put the fabric softener back in its place and grab the bottle of detergent.  The side of her breast brushed his arm as she reached and jiggled enticingly as she unscrewed the cap.

“Scully…”  Mulder felt weak in the knees and faint.

“We should think about getting the down comforter out of the attic soon.”

“Scully…”  Mulder put a stop to her setting the machine and wrapped his arms around her from behind.  He pushed his hips into hers, letting her feel just how weak he was for her.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, Scully, but you’re naked.”

“So?  Mulder, you’ve seen me naked nearly every day for two years.”

“I’ve never seen you naked in the kitchen.  Or the laundry room.  This is like brand new, unexplored nudity.”

She chuckled quietly and playfully pushed her rear end back into his hips.  He groaned and pawed at her thighs.  Somehow, she still managed to finish setting the washer and it clicked on.  The water gushed loudly into the barrel as he took her hands and pressed them down onto the top of the lightly vibrating surface of the machine.

Before the first rinse, he had her perched on the edge of the machine, panting and writhing and gripping the sides for dear life with his head buried between her legs.  When she was done, she pulled him up by his hair to kiss the taste of herself off his lips.  He was rewarded for a job well done when she slipped off the washer and bent over the top, feet splayed wide and hips swaying at the ready.  He reached his own climax during the spin cycle, which he considered quite a feat considering how up and at ‘em he’d been before he even made it to the laundry room.

“Jesus, Mulder,” Scully said, struggling to raise up onto her elbows with Mulder still draped over her back.

“Just Mulder is fine.”  He pushed her hair out of the way to kiss her shoulder.  “Can we add dishwashing to the list of nude chores to try?  Naked cooking is probably too dangerous.  How about naked dusting?”

“There is no list of nude chores.”  She wiggled her shoulders to signal to him to let her up and let her turn and so he did.

“Well, there should be.  Naked vacuuming.  That’s a good one.”

“Why don’t we just become nudists and just make everything a naked chore?”

“That would mean outdoor nudity.”  Mulder closed his eyes and smiled and Scully pinched his chin.  He blindly waved her away.  “Shh, I’m envisioning playing naked badminton.”

“I’m going to go clean up.”  Scully ducked out of his arms and he turned to stumble after her without opening his eyes.

“Naked basketball, Scully.  Or kayaking.  The possibilities are endless!”

The End

[baronessblixen]

Fictober 2019

Here are all the fics I wrote for Fictober 2019:

1: Rumor Has It: Scully overhears a very juicy rumor about herself. 

2: Noticeable: Scully tries on a new outfit at work, hoping Mulder will notice.

3: Belong: “I’ve done okay without you” - set in season 10/11, angst

4: Light: “Look! Fireflies” - pure fluff

5: Mirror, Mirror: “You look beautiful, I hope you know that” - a post-ep for “Sanguinarium” 

6: Changes: “You showered me in love. Why did you stop?” - a post-ep for “Redux”

7: Us, Together:  Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss - set in “Requiem”

8: In The Moment:  A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. - post-ep for “Redux”

9: Everything For You: A fluff piece set in “The Unnatural”

10: Night Out: Mulder gets sick after a night out Sasquatch hunting. 

11: Mornings With You: Fluff set in season 11. 

12: Workplace Frustrations: Mulder and Scully are not platonic. 

13: Airport Moments: A pre-”Millennium” story, fluff ahead. 

14: Facing Fears: Set in MS3, Mulder takes Scully home with him. Hurt/comfort

15: Another Airport Moment: “I never knew it could be this way”, sequel to Airport Moments.

16: One More Moment: Mulder and Scully calling each girlfriend/boyfriend for the first time. Sequel to Not Another Airport Moment.

17: Lives We Cannot Lead: Scully gets pregnant while on the run. Heavy angst.

18: The Sweetest Taste: Mulder and Scully enjoying the Autumn weather in D.C., late season 6. 

19: A New Day Has Come: Fluff-ish, hurt/comfort for “Redux”

20: A Reasonable House: “I know you didn’t ask for this” - a season 11 fluff piece.

21: Crazy Hour: “Can this be one of those nights we get drunk and forget we work together?” - post-ep for “Apocrypha”

22: Story Time: Mulder tells baby William about the first time he realized he was in love with Scully. Post-ep for “Existence”.

23: Twisted: Mulder braids Scully’s hair, IWTB era.

24: Making Up Your Mind: Part of the 5 Minutes Series - Scully is... horny.

25: Cruel Jokes: Some agents play a trick on Mulder. Hurt/comfort

26: Cravings: Scully has weird cravings and Mulder... well, he’s Mulder.

27: A Sunset Moment: “Just follow me, I know the area” - season 7-ish fluff

28: Her Name Was Bambi: Mulder and Scully watch “Bambi” with her nephew.

29: Go: “I’m sick of trying” - this is pure “One Son” angst

30: Away: Sequel to Go, more “One Son” angst.

31: Show Me Your Teeth: Mulder meets Sheriff Hartwell and Kristen Kilar again. 

[melforbes]

What are some of your unremarkable house era head canons? I think that Scully used to check out books from the library and, because her work schedule was so busy, Mulder would finish them before her and accidentally spoil some major plot points. Mulder also went out and bought a "kiss the cook" apron and demanded that, upon walking into the house, she must kiss the cook. Etc.

oh my goodness i have a million of these. way back when i started this blog, the whole intention was to just post stuff that was domestic between the two of them. i love that about the library books, and mulder in aprons is a fave. 

i think they own a lot of books and that most of their dishes and pans are thrifted. mulder likes to make dessert even though scully gets annoyed whenever he does, but only until she tries some. i feel as though mulder was a horrible cook when they first moved into the house, but because he was hiding out and unable to do much of anything, he picked up some ancient cookbooks that her mother wouldn’t miss from her shelves (of course, maggie knew where they were even while he was hiding) and learned how to cook, and as a result of mulder becoming the housewife, scully subsequently forgot how to cook and now burns everything. they go hiking on weekends. though he insists every summer that he’ll build her a garage for her car and that he absolutely will not hire any help to do it, he never actually builds a garage. while blockbuster was still a thing, they took out every tape they could manage and then some. mulder tivo’d lost. scully tivo’d grey’s anatomy if only to pick out the medical inaccuracies, and though at first mulder found that habit annoyed, he eventually loved sitting down with her on a friday night, a bowl of popcorn peculiarly sitting between them, scully rattling off about how the actors made an incision incorrectly while mulder just smiles. mulder starts to wear a lot of flannel, and scully starts to wear more wool and cashmere. whenever she has an early surgery, he wakes up with her and braids her hair nice and tight in a way she’s never managed to perfect (he likes the pigtails the most but will settle for a single braid). almost all of the food they consume is locally-grown, which made grocery shopping while in hiding a lot easier. they keep as many of their old things as they can, particularly books, records, tapes, clothing, and kitchenware. maggie sews them curtains as a housewarming gift.

after iwtb, mulder gains a moderate social life with an over-40 baseball team in the summers, and scully wears a hat that matches their motley uniforms to every game; he likes turning his own cap backwards so that it doesn’t hit hers and kissing her after each game, sweat and grime be damned. scully joins a book club. sometimes, the best part of their week is spent in the camping section of walmart (target is too far from the house to merit frequent trips though she definitely prefers it), where mulder will grab a backpack and hatchet and don some kind of theatrical voice while she either laughs or looks on with annoyance over her shopping list. though they go camping a lot, there are a few times when scully gets annoyed with the constantly rustic vacations, so they fly to somewhere tropical and painfully resort-ish instead. they both learn how to ski but stop going after mulder ends up with a knee injury. at one point (AND THIS IS SO IMPROBABLE BUT I HOLD THIS HEADCANON SO DEARLY) mulder starts taking art classes at the local community college and ends up being pretty good at all of it. scully cannot draw. 

mulder has an android, and scully has an iphone, and those are facts. i don’t make the rules, but those are facts. 

i’m losing steam.

mulder dressed up as han solo when they went to go see the force awakens together, and scully accidentally did the same by wearing a cardigan and boots.