#also scully is So hot and So beautiful and Cool

[riverofrainbows]

i gotta respect the grind. mulder is immediately on his alien bullshit, and its always well thought-out too.

[groupwest]

I have never wanted to be anything but Dana Scully

[silhouetteofacedar]

☕️ why Mulder and Scully work so well together as a couple

What can I say about these two beautiful sunflower children that hasn’t already been said like

1. They’re both Big Nerds. And think the other is so fuckin cool and smart and pretty wow and everyone else is like “you guys are weird”

2. They’re both rebels who tanked their own careers. Mulder was one of the best profilers out there before one day he got hit with paranoia gas and was like “you know what’s kinky? Aliens”. Scully was all set to be a doctor and then was like “FBI stands for Fabulous Bisexual right bc I’m so in” and now they’re in the basement sluttin it up, chasing spooky shit.

3. They’re both prowling for Surrogate Daddy. Mulder has a weird relaysh with his father and therefore becomes dependent on the guidance of other older, withholding men (namely Deep Throat and X). Scully is a hot mess who wants approval from, but also defies, father figures.

4. They trust and respect each other. Pretty damn fast, too. Like ep 1 Mulder was like “oh look it’s a spy” and by halfway in he’s got her on his bed (!!!) and is telling her his Big Painful Secret. Idk I think they were just kinda lonely without realizing it until they met each other and saw that there was someone out there who would respect, challenge, and understand them. Maybe they’re soulmates.

5. They’re hot.

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 15

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

Missy gives her a skeptical glance as Mulder knocks on the door for an eternity in a strange pattern. She shrugs, then startles when a cacophony of loud pops and clicks erupts from the other side of the door before it swings open to reveal a short man with a receding hairline and bushy sideburns.

“Mulder, ladies, please come in!�� he greets warmly, stepping to the side.

Mulder touches his hand to Scully’s lower back, ushering her inside and waiting as Missy follows before he enters last. The short man holds out his hand to Missy and when she takes it, he brings her hand to his lips and kisses the tops of her fingers.

“Enchante, you must be Melissa,” he says suavely, and Missy gives her sister an amused smile. “Melvin Frohike, pleased to meet you,” he finishes, and Missy giggles.

“And you must be the enigmatic Dana Scully,” he says, turning to Scully and offering his hand.

She takes it, but tugs hers away at the first indication that he intends to do more than shake it. Frohike turns to Mulder with raised eyebrows and a knowing smirk.

“She’s hot,” he says matter-of-factly, and Scully looks at Mulder with big eyes, unsure whether he’ll find his friend’s flattery offensive.

“Yes, I’ve noticed. Put a damper on the Don Juan act would ya, Frohike? You’re going to scare them away.”

Frohike presses his hand to his chest in mock sincerity. “I aim only to properly welcome these beautiful women to our home, Mulder,” he defends, then holds up his hands in surrender. “Back to the kitchen I go,” he finishes, leaving the room.

A slender man with long blonde hair and glasses passes through, pausing when he realizes they have company.

“Mulder, hey man. I forgot you were coming by.”

He looks at Missy and Scully but doesn’t say anything.

“Langly, this is Dana, and her sister Melissa,” Mulder offers, and Langly waves, looking back and forth between them.

“So which one’s yours?” he asks, and Mulder mutters something under his breath.

“That would be me,” Scully answers, holding her hand up at her side. For the first time that she can recall, being referred to as belonging to a man doesn’t bother her.

“Cool,” he says, then turns away and sits down behind a computer.

Scully and Missy both look at Mulder expectantly, asking hundreds of questions with their eyes that they are too polite to speak aloud.

“I know, I know,” he says regretfully. “I told you, they grow on you.”

“Mulder, hello,” calls a new voice, and Scully turns to see a tall man in a suit with neatly coiffed brown hair and a matching goatee.

“Hello, ladies, I’m John Fitzgerald Byers,” he says, holding out his hand shaking each of theirs in turn. “I apologize for my friends’ behavior, they don’t get out much. Please, come in, make yourselves at home.”

As Byers leads them to the living room, Scully takes stock of what Mulder had referred to as their “lair.” There’s one large room that is sectioned off into a living area and a tech lab, the latter hosting several computers as well as hundreds of computer parts and boxes upon boxes with wires sticking out of them. There’s a kitchen just off the living room, and beyond that a long hallway that must lead to bedrooms. They sit down on a well-worn orange couch, Scully in the middle, while Byers takes an armchair next to the end of the couch where Missy is seated.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Byers asks, his eyes lingering on Missy for a beat.

“It’s margarita night!” Frohike calls from the kitchen, and Byers smiles meekly.

“We also have beer, or wine, if you don’t care for margaritas,” he offers demurely.

“I love margaritas,” Missy answers with a shrug, “so does Dana, right Sis?” she continues, giving Scully a little jab with her elbow, and Scully smiles and nods.

“Sure, margaritas sound great,” she says, and Byers looks visibly relieved.

“Please excuse me, I’ll be right back,” he says, standing with a slight bow.

After he has disappeared into the kitchen, Missy looks over at Scully and widens her eyes momentarily, then juts out her chin.

“Really?” Scully says with some measure of surprise, and Missy nods enthusiastically.

Mulder chuckles, and Scully looks at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“What?” she asks accusingly.

“You two have some kind of secret language. You sure you aren’t twins?”

“I remember when Dana was born,” Missy says, “it was awful. We are definitely NOT twins.”

“Missy, you were two when I was born, there’s no way you remember that,” Scully says doubtfully, and Missy rolls her eyes.

“Believe what you will, Sis, but I distinctly recall you crying for hours and Bill Jr. peeing his pants in protest,” she says confidently.

“That does sound like Bill,” Scully concedes, and they both laugh.

“Why do I get the impression that Bill isn’t the favorite sibling?” Mulder asks, and Scully rests her hand on his knee.

“Just be glad he doesn’t live close enough to attend Sunday brunch tomorrow,” she says with a squeeze, “if you’re lucky, you won’t have to meet him for years.”

Mulder smirks at her with soft, affectionate eyes. “Years, huh?” he asks, and Scully smiles as heat rises to her cheeks, realizing what she’d implied.

“Here we are,” Byers says as he re-enters the room carrying a tray with four glasses on it. He sets the tray on the coffee table and passes a glass to each of the sisters and then to Mulder before he takes one himself and sits down.

“What should we drink to?” Missy asks, holding her glass up.

“How about, to new friends,” Byers offers, giving her a small smile.

“To new friends,” Missy repeats, and they clink their glasses together.

———

“A WHAT tail?” Missy asks, her tongue thick with tequila and her eyes glassy.

“A ves- vesigible? Vestibule tail?” Mulder attempts, closing one eye in concentration.

“Vestigial tail,” Scully corrects them, retaining her medical terminology even under the influence of four very strong margaritas.

“Yes, that was it,” Byers says, pointing at her triumphantly.

Frohike drank too much and retired to his bedroom an hour ago, while Langly is still stationed behind his computer, headphones on and seemingly immersed in some kind of first person shooter game. Byers has shed his suit jacket and cuffed his sleeves, his tie loosened around his neck. He long ago joined them on the orange couch where they are now stuffed like sardines, the sisters sandwiched in the middle with a man on each side.

“Caudal appendages are a normal part of fetal development,” Scully says, her head leaning against Mulder’s arm and their hands entwined in his lap. “The coccyx enlarges to contain the spinal fluid and then it shrinks as the child develops. Occasionally it doesn’t. It’s extremely rare, but it’s been known to happen.”

“But that’s not the point,” Mulder retorts, sticking his nose into her hair. “The tail was just how they made the connection, the freaky deaky part is that this guy could change his appearance to look like the women’s husbands so they’d have sex with him.”

“That’s disgusting,” Missy says with a frown, and Byers puts his hand on her upper back, rubbing comfortingly. She looks at him and smiles sweetly.

“I don’t buy that at all,” Scully says, shaking her head clumsily.

“The shapeshifting?” Mulder asks, assuming the answer.

“Well that too, but even just the idea that they didn’t know it wasn’t their husband. They would have known,” she says plainly, it being an obvious fact to her.

“He was physically identical to their husbands, there was no way to tell the difference,” Byers explains, looking at the side of Missy’s face while he talks.

“Well maybe he looked like them, but partnered sex is very routine based,” Scully continues, “if you’re with the same person for a long time, you develop somewhat of a cadence, an order of things, that there’s no way he could have replicated. So even if he was physically identical to the husbands, he would have kissed differently, touched them differently. They would have noticed the difference.”

Mulder sits back against the arm rest so he can see her face more clearly.

“So you’re telling me that if a man who looked exactly like me in every way, physically identical, tried to seduce you, you’d know it wasn’t me?”

Scully gives him an irritated look. “Yes.”

“How?” he asks incredulously.

“Because no one else kisses like you do,” she says at a lower register, hoping Missy and Byers aren’t listening.

Mulder looks past her to the other end of the couch and his eyebrows lift in surprise, his mouth curling into an amused smile. Scully turns to see what he’s smiling at and finds that Missy and Byers most definitely were not listening, because they currently have their tongues halfway down each other’s throats. Scully turns back to Mulder with an open-mouthed smile.

“Oh my god,” she gushes, leaning her forehead against his chest.

He wraps his arms around her back and gives her a squeeze.

“I was just about to say we should get outta here,” Mulder whispers against her ear, “but I’d hate to interrupt them. I think this is the most action Byers has gotten in years.”

She stifles her laugh in his T-shirt, then sits up to look at him.

“Is he a good guy?” she questions in a bit of sisterly concern.

“Oh, yes, the best,” Mulder says emphatically. “If it were either of the other two stooges down there I’d pry Missy off of him and transport her to safety, but Byers is good people.”

Scully nods in approval, sneaking another glance towards the lovebirds as Missy’s foot starts to press against her thigh; they seem to be orienting more horizontally by the second. She glances over at Langly, but he’s oblivious.

“Do you think it’s okay if we leave her here?” Mulder asks cautiously, unsure if it’s an obscene suggestion.

Scully looks at her sister again. “Missy, we’re leaving,” she says loudly, and Missy holds up her arm, flicking her wrist in a “go” motion. Scully turns back to Mulder. “She’s fine.”

Mulder lives closer to the Gunmen so they direct the cab driver there, quietly kissing in the backseat on the ten minute drive. She is pleasantly drunk, just this side of sloppy, and feeling particularly amorous after such a fun evening. Mulder stumbles through his front door ahead of her, swearing as he stubs his toe on the table. He feeds Priscilla as Scully removes her shoes and jacket, making her way to the couch. As soon as he sits down beside her, he leans over and presses his boozy lips against hers, the kiss firm and insistent and...weird.

“Mulder,” she says as he continues to plant strange kisses on her mouth, “what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, moving his pecking down her neck.

“You’re kissing me weird,” she says flatly, and he lifts his head to give her a shocked look.

“Motherfucker,” he says in a disappointed tone, and she shoves his shoulder.

“I told you I would know, jerk,” she says playfully, and he laughs.

“I guess you would,” he says, starting to kiss her more properly.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” she suggests, and he stands, holding his hand out to her.

She leads him into the bedroom, and as she approaches the bed he grabs her roughly from behind, clutching her to him. She gasps at the sudden contact, but it also excites her.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice gravelly.

She nods her head tersely, wanting to see where he’s going to take it.

He growls and sticks his hand down the front of her still-buttoned jeans, forcing his fingers under her panties until he meets with her vulva. Keeping his fingers still, he slips his other hand under her shirt, shoving it under the underwire on her bra and grasping her breast roughly. Her heart is racing but she doesn’t move.

“Unbutton your pants,” he says levelly, and the authoritative tone in his voice sends a little rush between her thighs. She does as he said, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them off her hips while his hand is still tucked against her.

With more room to move, he slips his hand down further and drags his fingers lazily over her lips. She can feel herself growing wet, her clit aching to be touched. He suddenly removes both hands, grabbing the hem of her shirt and tugging it over her head before she’s even had time to lift her arms, her bra soon following it to the floor. He steps forward, pushing her along with him, and then touches her upper back.

“Bend over,” he says, and she does, her torso resting on the mattress while her legs dangle over the side.

She feels him tug her jeans off her legs, and then her panties, leaving her nude. She waits, her heart pounding in her ears nearly blocking out the jangle of his belt buckle and the slide of his zipper. She feels his naked skin press against hers, his erection stiff and hot against her lower back. He leans forward to put his mouth to her ear.

“Still okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” she says breathily.

She hears the crinkle of the condom wrapper and wriggles her hips in anticipation, nearly moaning when his hands touch her bare hips, tugging her towards him. She feels the slick press of his latex-covered cock against her entrance and bucks back towards him, earning a little chuckle. He pushes into her, each groaning with relief, and wastes no time finding a hard and fast pace, the slap of skin deafening in the quiet apartment. He changes his angle, and she feels his hand snake around her hip, his touch rough and firm and perfectly paired with the strike of his head against her cervix on each upstroke. It hurts just a little bit, but in the best kind of way, and she cries out when he finds just the right combination, begging him not to stop.

A stream of obscenities, foul and offensive remarks about how she feels and looks, what he’s doing to her, pour from his lips and she is concurrently shocked and delighted, finding herself at the crest as he asks her how much she likes it, and calls her some questionable names. She comes hard and suddenly, the obscenities stopping as he explodes inside of her, falling partially on top of her as he loses the strength to stand.

After he’s extricated himself from the bed and disposed of the condom, he pulls her on top of him and peppers her with tender little kisses and gentle strokes of his hands over her naked body, telling her how beautiful and perfect she is, bringing them back to equilibrium. She props her chin on his chest and looks up at him with a wry smile.

“What did you call me?” she asks, and he does a silly cartoonish cringe.

“I’m not totally sure, to be honest. Did I say something bad?” he asks with genuine concern.

“I’m not totally sure, to be honest,” she replies, “I was otherwise engaged.” She smiles at him so he knows she’s not mad. She looks over at the clock beside his bed. “We better go to sleep,” she says, her eyes already drooping. “We have to be at my mother’s at ten tomorrow.”

———

“So, what did you all do last night?” Maggie asks around the lunch table, and Dana chokes on her water while Missy clears her throat.

“I introduced Dana to some of my friends,” Mulder answers jovially, on his best ‘meet the parents’ behavior.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Maggie answers warmly. “Are you from the area, Fox?”

“It’s Mulder, Mom,” Dana corrects her, and he waves his hand dismissively.

“It’s okay, moms get a free pass,” he says, smiling at Maggie. “I grew up on Martha’s Vineyard.”

“Ooooo, fancy schmancy,” Charlie remarks with raised eyebrows, and Dana glares at him.

“Do you have any siblings?” Maggie continues.

This is a line of questioning he’s had to navigate since he was twelve, but for Dana it’s a first. She tightens her grip on his hand under the table.

“It’s okay,” he whispers to her before turning back to Maggie. “I had a younger sister, but she died when I was twelve.”

Scully understands that this is probably his stock answer, not wanting to get into the true story with each person he crosses paths with, and feels retroactively touched that he was honest with her from the start.

Maggie’s hand goes to her chest as though reaching for a rosary, her face a mask of pain. “Oh, Fox, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Scully, it was a long time ago.”

Sensing the need for a subject change, Charlie turns to his oldest sister. “What’s up with you, Missy? You’re looking a little rough today.”

She gives him a derisive smile. “Thanks, little brother, love you too. I just didn’t get much sleep, I’m fine.”

“Uh huh,” Charlie says knowingly, and Missy kicks him under the table.

After the dishes have been cleared, Maggie is pulling the trash bag out of the can when Mulder interjects. “Let me take that out for you, Mrs. Scully.”

She watches him with a soft smile as he goes out the back door, then turns to look at her youngest daughter, who is also watching after him with an affectionate expression.

“Dana,” she calls, and when she has her daughter’s attention, she gives her a beaming smile. They don’t need to say more than that; Dana smiles back with a little nod, and they both understand that she’s found something worth moving on to.

[atths--twice]

New Beginnings

A holiday weekend away leads to discussions of house hunting before Rachel and Skinner welcome their babies into this world. Discussion leads to thoughts and thoughts to plans…

Part 39 of the Family Series 

This story… I tell you, it’s been one that has been on my mind for such a long time. Seriously, for two years at least. I’ve imagined it so many times, and FINALLY I’ve finished it. It’s happy and fluffy and sweet, the best kind of story. I had so much fun writing this, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter One

July 3, 2021

Scully looked at Rachel with a smile as she sighed, rubbing her rapidly expanding belly. They were lying beside the pool of the rental home they had come to for the holiday weekend, having not seen each other in a couple of months.

Rachel, six and a half months pregnant, moaned as she shifted positions and then stood up with some difficulty, rubbing her back with a whiny groan.

“God, I’m so uncomfortable. What is it like 200 fucking degrees out here today? I’m so hot. I need to get in the pool.” She walked, or rather waddled past Scully, who was sensible enough to keep her thoughts to herself.

Sighing as she sunk down into the water, Rachel visibly relaxed and Scully smiled again, feeling in need of a dip herself. She got off her chaise lounge, adjusted her bathing suit, and joined Rachel in the water.

“So much better. I’m thinking I should just move into this pool,” Rachel stated, floating with her eyes closed. “These babies are heavy and being weightless in the water is a godsend.”

“I’m sure,” Scully responded with a chuckle, remembering how heavy it was carrying one child, let alone two at once. Rachel opened her eyes and looked at her with a worried expression.

“I don’t want you to think I'm complaining too much.”

“Not at all,” Scully assured her, moving her arms through the water.

“I know I’m lucky to be having a child, I don’t want to sound ungrateful.”

“Rachel, trust me, you don’t,” Scully said with a smile. “Having a baby is beautiful and wonderful, but also hard on our bodies. And you have two! That’s a lot to carry around.”

“I’m so glad you understand,” Rachel said with a sigh, stepping closer and grasping Scully’s hand. “I feel like when I complain it sounds bad, so I try not to do it too often.”

“And what would you tell a patient who says the same thing?” Scully asked, squeezing her hand and raising an eyebrow.

“I know,” Rachel answered with a sigh, letting go of Scully’s hand and floating back, her belly poking out of the water a bit. “I just don’t want Walter to worry. Although…” She raised up and smiled conspiratorially. “I have noticed that, while we don’t generally argue, we do disagree sometimes, but we haven’t as often recently. Since I’ve been pregnant, especially big like this and growing every day, if I say something and I know he wants to disagree, I see his eyes drop to my stomach and I can almost hear him thinking ‘don’t stress her out, stay calm’ and it makes me laugh. Internally, of course.” They both laughed and Scully shook her head.

“That’s genius,” Scully said, shaking her head, still laughing. “Wish I would have thought of that when I was pregnant with Faith.”

“It’s been quite comical for me. But don’t tell him.”

“Oh no. Not a chance.” They both laughed again, Rachel closing her eyes and swimming back, floating on her back. They fell silent and Scully dunked under, swimming around, enjoying the cool of the water.

When she came up, she heard voices and turned to see Skinner and Mulder standing by the side of the pool. Skinner had a box in his hands and a huge smile on his face, Mulder was holding a sleepy eyed and messy haired Faith, who had just woken from a nap.

“No it’s not,” Rachel said with a smile, walking toward the stairs. “Are you serious?”

“What is it?” Scully asked, swimming closer herself, wondering what they were talking about.

“Mama, I want to swim,” Faith said with a yawn, rubbing her eyes and putting her head on Mulder’s shoulder.

“Yes, my love. Daddy can get you ready and you can come in with me.” She smiled at her as Faith nodded and turned her head, seemingly in no hurry to join her. Mulder winked at Scully and she smiled at him, her attention returning to the box Skinner was opening.

He took out the contents inside and held it up, causing Rachel to laugh and shake her head. Scully stared at it and laughed with her when she realized what it was: a colorful pool float with a designated hole in it for a pregnant belly to fit.

“That is perfect,” Rachel said, beginning to leave the pool and Skinner stopped her.

“Stay. I’ll blow it up and you can try it out.” She nodded and pushed back to float around as she waited. Mulder took Faith inside to dress her and Scully swam under the water before she would be unable to do so as she would be holding Faith.

When the float was ready, Skinner, out of breath and rather red faced, walked into the pool onto the second step and laid it down. Rachel smiled as she came to him, giving him a quick kiss of thanks, before he helped her to lie down and get situated properly.

“Ohhhh,” she sighed in relief, laying her head on her folded arms. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed lying on my stomach?”

“I do,” Skinner replied gruffly. “I’ve heard it said a few times recently.”

“Hmm… thank you, you wonderful man,” Rachel said, her voice muffled, relaxed and sounding near sleep. He grinned at her and then glanced at Scully who smiled back with a quiet chuckle.

___________________

“So,” Mulder said as they sat down to eat a meal of barbecued chicken a couple of hours later, all of them in bathing suits with damp hair. “How goes the house hunt?” Skinner sighed, looking over at Rachel, who was placing some strawberries onto Faith’s plate.

“I feel you staring at me. You can stop,” she said and they all laughed. Turning back to them as she set the fruit down, she looked at him and shook her head. He leaned toward her and kissed her temple as she sighed and closed her eyes briefly.

“That good, huh?” Mulder teased and Scully smiled softly as she watched them, happy that Skinner was so happy.

“Raycho, I have more wahmelon?” Faith said, pointing at the bowl of watermelon in front of her.

“Eat some chicken first, my girl,” Mulder said, showing her where it was on her plate. “You eat that and you can have some watermelon, okay?”

“Yes, okay, Dada,” she agreed, eating a piece and chewing it happily. “I have wahmelon now?” They laughed and he shook his head, putting a couple of pieces on her plate, unable to argue with her logic. She grinned as she held it, biting into it, as juice dripped down onto her bathing suit.

“It’s not that we haven’t seen some great places,” Rachel said, bringing their attention back to the question asked. “I just… they don’t feel right.” She looked at Skinner and he took a deep breath, turning to them with eyebrows raised. He yelped and Scully knew Rachel had to have pinched him under the table and it made her laugh.

“We’ve seen so many places,” he said, rubbing his leg with a look to her, and Scully’s thoughts were confirmed. “Great places, new and modern. Some older and in need of some work, but good solid homes. Though the prices on all of them are insane. Houses are ridiculously priced. We can afford it, even more so after I sell my place, it’s just shiii…you know?” He had looked at Faith, who grinned at him, and stopped his swear from going too far, all of them laughing again.

“Not just that, but…” Rachel rubbed her belly and sighed. “They don’t feel like home, you know? Like the place I would want to live my life, bring our children home and raise them. They haven’t felt like that to me.”

“I understand,” Mulder and Scully said simultaneously and he grinned, kissing her cheek and whispering ‘spooky.’

“My apartment where I lived, I knew right away,” Rachel said with a smile. “It had a glassed-in porch that wasn’t like the other units and the apartment manager actually apologized for it, but I loved it immediately. It was between the two rooms and it felt like my own private area, although I was the only one who lived there. I loved it and knew right away that was the place for me. When I came over to Walter’s, though sparsely decorated and rather… sterile, I loved it there too.” She put her arm through his to remove the possible sting of her words and he nodded as she motioned to them with her other hand. “Likewise your place, though rather out of the way, it has a feeling of comfort and being homey. That’s what I want.”

“And we’ll find it,” Skinner said, moving his arm and putting it around her shoulders, kissing her head. “We’ll find it, honey.”

“I hope so… before the babies are born. I know if we have to bring them to the townhouse, it will be okay, but I’d rather everything was settled and done before they arrive.” Skinner hummed and Mulder raised his bottle of beer.

“To finding the perfectly feeling homey house,” he said and Rachel smiled, picking up her glass of juice. They all followed suit, even Faith who picked up her cup saying ‘cheers’ and waiting while they all clinked their glass to hers, chatting and laughing.

All except for Scully who said nothing, a seed of an idea growing within her.

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July 7th

Turning off the car, Scully let out a deep breath, holding the keys and staring at the house before her. Stepping out, she walked up the walkway, and paused at the door before unlocking it and entering quietly.

It was the same as it always was, the air heavy and silent. The afternoon sun filled the room with light and she sighed as she closed the door behind her, locking it and pocketing her keys.

“Hey Mom,” she whispered, walking further into the house, staring at the room she loved so much. “It’s been awhile, I know, but…” She continued in and ran her fingers gently across the dining room table, smiling as she did. Dinners, games, Christmas meals… all had been enjoyed at that table.

“Mom…” she said quietly, shaking her head. “It’s been five years since you left us… left me.” She breathed out as she walked away from the table and into the kitchen. “This house has sat empty, well empty of life anyway, as your things are still here. I haven’t been able to do anything with it, leaving it as it was. I just couldn’t face it.”

Looking around the kitchen, she remembered her father sneaking cookies before dinner, her mother smacking him playfully with a wooden spoon when she had caught him at it, and how they had laughed.

She and Melissa sitting on the countertops talking one night, both a bit tipsy, laughing quietly so they did not get caught.

“Jesus, Mom…” she breathed, walking back through the house and upstairs, the sound quiet on the carpet. “It’s hard to imagine someone else living here, this being their home…” She touched the walls, the spots that had been marked by furniture being moved over the years, suitcases carried up and down the stairs, and other calamities it had met, forever leaving its marks.

“There are signs of us here, all of us. They don’t go away, and yet… they must. They must make way for new memories, new lives being lived.” She smiled as she remembered shouts up and down the halls, her father yelling for quiet, Charlie making faces unbeknownst to him, her giggling as she shoved him into his bedroom before he was caught.

“So many memories and yet… Mom, I think it’s a good idea. It’s sensible, the location is good, it makes sense.” She looked at the bedrooms, opening all the doors and closing her eyes, hearing her radio playing her favorite songs, Missy coming in and laying on her bed, singing along or remaining silent.

“This house… it needs life in it again,” she whispered, opening her eyes and smiling. “It needs to be lived in and loved, not empty and silent. Mom…” She began to cry, sinking to the floor and holding her head in her hands.

She thought of the memories that the house held, not wanting to lose them, but knowing she would not technically lose the house. If they accepted, she would always be welcome, encouraged even to come over as often as she liked. It was a good idea.

Her tears slowing, she got up and looked around again, this time seeing it in a different light. There would need to be changes, some updating to it, but it could work.

There was the main bedroom- good sized with the walk-in closet and the large bathroom attached.

Two bedrooms, the ones she and Melissa had lived in, shared a connecting bathroom. Charlie's old room, which was now the guest room she and Mulder had usually slept in, also had its own bathroom.

It was the perfect size, almost fated.

“It’s like it’s been waiting,” she whispered as she stood in her old room, picturing it as a nursery, smiling slowly as she nodded.

She looked in the other rooms, imagining them as children’s rooms, decorated to their personal tastes, laughter and happiness filling the rooms and spilling down the hall.

Back downstairs, she walked into the room her father had considered his office. It was  sparsely furnished, her father never having a need for much extravagances.

There was a neatly organized desk and a large bookcase holding many books and models of battleships, war planes, and vintage cars. Medals, awards, letters of commendation, pictures and detailed drawings of ships hung on the walls. A grandfather clock that had broken years ago and no longer kept time, stood in the corner; beautiful but obsolete.

It was dark with both the blinds shut and the color of furniture in the room, but there was potential. With some work done, it could be a good home office for Rachel, who would need a separate space in order to focus on her work.

“Dad…” she whispered, pulling out his office chair and sitting down, the faint smell of the leather hitting her nose, the scent reminding her of him. “I used to love to come in here. I would watch to see if the door was open or closed. If it was slightly ajar, I knew I could come in without it being a bother. You would take down that battleship model on the shelf, quizzing me on the names of the parts of the ship.” She smiled as she remembered thinking of them over and over, wanting to get them all right.

Shaking her head, she sighed and closed her eyes, hearing the quiet sound of the now silent clock, her father’s low chuckle, as she breathed in the scent of the leather chair, and ticked off the carefully memorized names.

Keel, deck, bridge, Chart House…

She knew she had it right when he would hum a certain way and when she was wrong, he would wait, the clock ticking behind them. Anxious, she would try again, waiting for that hum of approval.

Opening her eyes, she pushed up from the chair, wiped her eyes, and tapped the desk with a sad smile.

Leaving the room and closing the door, she went to the backyard, thinking of her and Mulder’s wedding reception, the people filling the area. Dancing and happy, it had been a wonderful night.

It was a good sized backyard, with the big brick porch, and large lawn. The fence could do with being replaced and some landscaping changes would be good.

“Or a pool,” she said, something they had always asked for, but her father would not spend the money on when the Mitchell’s next door had one which they used all the time. That it was not the same, he would not hear. “Yeah. This place needs a pool.”

She smiled as she walked back inside and took her phone out of her pocket to send a message to Mulder, when it slipped from her fingers. She tried to catch it, but she missed. It dropped to the floor, the face of the pop up thing she had on the back popping off and bouncing toward a small cabinet and rolling underneath.

“Shhhhit,” she groaned with a heavy sigh.

Picking up the phone, which was thankfully unscathed, she stood up and walked to the cabinet. Kneeling down, she turned on her phone's flashlight and looked under the cabinet.

She saw the piece lying face down on top of a fine line of dust beside a small piece of crumpled paper. With a sigh, she reached underneath, and pulled both items out.

Wiping off the dust, she reattached her round pop up to her phone. She smiled at the silver spaceship against a blue starry background with a tractor beam in primary colors that Mulder had given her on Mother’s Day. He had been so excited by it, taking her phone and putting it on right away, smiling when he handed it back.

Such a weird, wonderful man.

Turning off the flashlight, she picked up the piece of paper and as she began to open it, she caught a glimpse of Rachel’s handwriting.

“What?”

Opening it fully, it was a piece of paper from the personalized pad her mom kept by the phone. Rachel’s name was written on it plus Dinner and dancing? but nothing else.

“How did this get under there? How long has it been there?” Looking under the cabinet again with her phone’s flashlight on, but found nothing. Had this been from their wedding party?

A slow grin spread across her face and she nodded. If she had been looking for a sign, she believed she now held it in her hand. Somehow, this note was there, nearly two years later, already taking up residence.

“Maggie Scully… still working that quiet magic,” she said quietly as she shook her head again.

Standing to her feet, she folded the paper and slid it into her pocket as she walked toward the front door.

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“Everything okay at your moms?” Mulder asked as she walked in a little while later.

“Yeah, it’s good,” she replied, smiling at Faith who was having a tea party at her small table with her stuffed animals and Grey, who sat on one of the chairs, her tail twitching as she watched Faith moving plates around.  

She felt him watching her and smiled at him, walking over to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. He pulled back and searched her face, causing her to chuckle softly.

“Stop profiling me,” she whispered and he laughed softly, his arms loose around her waist. “We’ll talk later, after Faith’s in bed.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, kissing her again, his eyes still searching, and she knew he would be asking at the first opportunity.

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“Okay. Out with it,” he said, Faith finally sleeping soundly as they sat on the porch steps, Bella chasing after a ball he had thrown. Scully chuckled and nodded, clasping her hands over her knees.

“I wanted to see something, if an idea I had, would be feasible.”

“What idea is that?”

“If my mom’s house would work for Rachel and Skinner,” she said, watching him out of the corner of her eye. He froze and then turned his head quickly to look at her. They stared at one another and she nodded.

“That’s a perfect idea. But, are you sure you want to do that? You’d be okay with it?”

“I don’t see us ever living there.”

“Do… do you want to live there? I don’t think I ever even asked.” She slid an arm through his and laid her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

“No. I love this house. This porch, the roots we’ve put down here… this is our home.” He nodded against her head, interlocking their fingers.

“But if you did, you know I would do whatever made you happy,” he said softly and she smiled.

“I appreciate that, but living there wouldn’t make me happy. Not there anyway. I like to visit, but living permanently… no.” He nodded again and she sighed.

“But for Skinner and Rachel…” he said and she could practically feel him thinking. “Four bedrooms… those two have the connecting bathroom… your dad’s office could be good for Rachel… the backyard is good sized for two kids, but that fence should be replaced… it would need some updating, but it could work. I could definitely see it.” She lifted her head and stared at him with a smile.

“Everything you just said… were exactly my own thoughts.”

“Ohhh… so spooky,” he teased and she laughed.

“Very spooky,” she agreed, kissing him gently before putting her head back on his shoulder.

“Do you think they would agree to the idea? To buy the house I mean, as I know Skinner would never allow it to be a gift.”

“Could you imagine him just accepting it?”

“Hell no.”

They both laughed, Bella running up with her ball and dropping it beside Mulder, her tongue lolling out. He threw the ball and she leaped from the stairs, chasing after it in the porchlight.

They continued discussing it, devising a plan they felt would work. 

For all of them.

[bioerin]

Tag game

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags

Tagged by @oddishblossom thank you 💖💖💖 now I have a reason to ramble about my faves. Here they are in no particular order:

1. Wei Wuxian (The Untamed/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation). Oh man I just love him so much. The guy said no to rules but yes to morals. And shit happened and bad horrible mistakes were made, yet... it all made so much sense. Bonus points for living the dark villainy aes while also being an absolute sunshine of a person. Well not always but overall.

2. Dana Scully (The X Files). Man. Dude. SCIENCE. Love that for her. Always reasonable, always questioning things, always being the force of reason. In a show full of unexplained phenomenon she says all the things I want to say, never assuming the supernatural, always putting logic first. Honestly the x files has some ... icky sexist writing going on imho... but she is written as the main character and not a sidekick or pretty male companion so that is also a great thing bc honestly I don't think there are many great main female characters who are not reduced to... being a woman.

3. Princess Bubblegum (The Adventure Time). Once again. SCIENCE. She is an immortal entity just chilling. Creating conscious life. Performing questionably ethical experiments. Has a hot vampire girlfriend. Living my life goals tbh.

4. Xie Lian (Heaven Official's Blessing). similar to Wei Wuxian my man said morals first! And once again a lot of mistakes were made and a lot of bad things happened. Also has a hot ghost boyfriend.

5. Castiel (Supernatural). I know it is supernatural, but that guy? The guy who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition? Also the same guy who followed the bees? Made a lot of mistakes? Gained and lost power? Gay? Angel? Love that for him. While supernatural might be an absolute dumpster fire of a show there wasn't only bad things. I sometimes watch cas compilations like these to feel better 🙈

6. Songhwa (Hospital Playlist). I just love her? She is so smart and kind and she likes the rain and she is calm and aaaa. She wants to study for the rest of her life?? She wants to be a soloist of the group but cannot hold a note for her life? Girl. Same.

7. Howell Jenkins/Howl Pendragon (Howl's Moving Castle). My man is a glorious mess. Over dramatic, yet talented and powerful. A nerd in Wales but a fancy pancy wizard in Ingary. Has spiders for his best friends and runs from conflicts, weee, relatable. Such a loser he carries around a guitar he can't play only to look cool. But undercharges the poor and overcharges the rich! Chaotic energy is off the charts and I love that for him.

8. Janet (The Good Place). She is exactly what I have always wanted from an all-knowing entity! Not human and not a girl! I just love her!! She knows and recognizes how everything works yet she also knows that it is purely mechanical and there is a scope of emotions and meaning that humans put behind their understanding of the environment and that is what makes it beautiful. I also just love her did I say that?

9. Sokka (Avatar: The Last Airbender). Another science guy!! I love that he didn't have any special powers. He was just planning stuff, having 100 bad ideas and 5 good ones, yet still the mastermind of the group! I just really liked his stupid jokes and strategic planning and overall growth during the series. (I would also like to mention every character of ATLA bc dudes all the characters are so good I love that show)

10. Legolas (The Lord of The Rings). Love an absolutely useless man who just happened to be there to show off his luscious locks and elf eyes. I had a crush on him when I was 11 so I think that fact earns him a spot in here. He just is there and shoots his pretty little arrows and is tall and graceful wearing his pretty half up half down hairstyle being all confused.

Oof! This was fun!

Tagging, and of course don't do if you don't want to @coldjellyfishsoul @thegreatwhynot @dephlogis @gotyouundermyskin @bumblebee-bea @cookiesandcontemplation @readenheim @sunset-to-moonlight @bubblegumbabyboo @hmcbook (or your main idk) AND anyone who sees this and wants to do it!

[cultureisdarkbeer]

In Season 8, Mulder returned to a world turned upside down. This is the story of how he worked his way back into Scully's arms.

*NEW* Chapter 4 - Does Scully want to be more than friends with Mulder? Does Mulder have the courage to ask? *Reader Discretion Advised* 

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“Thank you for driving me home,” Scully said, as they pulled onto the street and towards her apartment.

Mulder twisted his hand around the faux leather of the steering wheel. “Thank you for attending my therapy session. What did you two talk about in there?” He tried to sound cool, but his eagerness was not lost on Scully.  

“Reviewed different techniques, how I could be more supportive.”

Mulder tilted his head. “Sometimes, the flashbacks, nightmares, and anxiety attacks seemed to be subsiding. Almost as if my mental trauma is healing with my physical wounds. Then others, it is like I just got off the ship.” 

“No one should expect you to heal at any pace, Mulder. He said it should take at least three months before you might begin to feel progress..  but Mulder, however long it takes, or even if you always have certain anxieties, depression, that’s okay. There is no right and wrong.”

Mulder didn’t know how to respond so he simply nodded. If only it was as simple as time passing or even the acceptance that time couldn’t be rewound, but there was more. A lot more.

The rest of the drive was met with a comfortable silence. It was so quiet he wondered if she’d fallen asleep. A quick glance in her direction revealed her eyes were closed, then, as if feeling his gaze, she opened them and a small smile curved her lips. She reached out and grasped his hand before once again closing her eyes. Did he just hear her sigh? Mulder considered how Scully seemed more willing than ever to follow him. Now, she seemed invested, even with her interest in helping him work through his trauma. It couldn’t be that her interest in helping him was only in relation to their shared past, their friendship. So many weeks had passed for her and so much of her life he had missed. Did he have a right to demand she make a choice? Did he have it in him to take that leap of faith and put himself out there? Was he just going to sit there and let another night go by without even asking? Just let her walk into that apartment without saying anything? 

When they pulled up to Scully’s apartment, Mulder gathered up some courage and asked, “Do you still have my files on your laptop? When I was searching through the archives today I didn’t see them and I had some on my hard drive that left with my computer.”

“Actually, they took my laptop as well… buuuuut, I did have a backup hard drive and I was able to reload it into my new laptop.” Scully gave him a smile that sent a cascading warmth through his insides. “Come on up and get what you need.”

Don’t tempt me Scully.

Once inside, Scully took off her coat and headed to the bathroom. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a shower. Feel free to use my laptop. You already know the password.”

Pushing the image of Scully standing under a hot steaming shower naked and wet out of his mind, Mulder headed straight to her desk and sat down on the hard backed wood chair. A couple swipes at the keyboard and a quick search and Mulder was faced with two folders with his name on it. He considered doing a round of eenie meenie, but in the end just clicked on the top folder. The file names were all dates. In fact there was a file for every day going as far back as a week after his abduction. It had his name on it, so he picked one at random and opened it. 

 Mulder, 

I have to believe you’re out there, alive. That belief is what keeps me moving, keeps me taking those leaps to solve the next X-File. I miss you with every breath, and I refuse to give up hope. We will be together. 

Today’s case led us to Indiana, you’re going to laugh when you hear what I told Doggett….   

 He closed that file and opened another. He didn’t want to know about her and Doggett. There were more, lots more, covering cases, days off, shopping, hospital visits. Mulder couldn’t read fast enough and couldn’t stop either. He opened one dated during the time he was buried in the ground. It read:

 Mulder,

Some days I question why I continue writing to you. In the beginning I believe it was because I didn’t want to let go. Other days it felt like you were closer when I did, like  somehow, you could still hear me. Now maybe I write them so my baby may one day read them and know what you meant to me, what our relationship was like so one day they might be blessed to find the same. I prayed daily for your return and lately, I pray even harder.

I was going through my old answering machine tapes, my voicemails from my cell. I decided to take all the ones I have and put them on a cassette tape so the baby can hear your voice, know what you sounded like when I tell them about you. Tell them of the love of my life, my perfect other, and how I found him and how he gave his life for us, so that we may live. 

I spoke in the past about driving in our endless straight line and now that I can look back on it with a clear mind, I understand that night in Oregon when you said it had to end sometime, in essence, you were throwing me out of the car. 

I became pregnant with the full intent to raise this child on my own, to take on the full responsibility. Marriage was nothing I ever strived for even if the possibility of being married never strayed. I put myself, my career, the work, before those things. It was something that might or could, but nothing I truly needed. Now, when I look in the mirror, I know, you were the only one I would have ever considered that kind of commitment with. Now, that chapter of my life is forever closed without ever being written. You were my partner Mulder, in work, in love, in life.

 “Did you find what you were searching for?” Scully said, and Mulder practically jumped right out of his skin. He spun in the chair and stood to face her. His fears turned to joy. She was beautiful, radiant, standing there in her robe, casually drying her crimson locks with a towel. And those legs, those little legs, and how they felt wrapped around him… Scully in love.. with him . His heart swelled, lighting him from head to toe, spreading warmth in its wake. A kaleidoscope of emotions ran over every part of him like a raging river, healing the cracks, filling and overflowing the voids.

“Yes,” he replied, his voice low as he barely got the sound out. He had found exactly what he was searching for. He cupped her face as she searched his eyes. He watched the desire that raged in him ignite inside her. Losing that last thread of restraint, he tilted her head up towards him and his lips crashed on top of hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth, his jaw rocking in time with hers, their kisses desperate, almost frantic.

Despite the insatiable hunger he felt, he pulled back to judge her reaction. Her eyes were soft in their gaze, but then her lids lowered and her eyes transformed to blue steel. Before he was able to speak, her fingers were in his hair, pulling him back down, kissing him hard, deep, unleashing unrestrained need and a passion that sent the crown of his cock swelling and brushing the seam of his boxers. 

Mulder groaned and gently pushed her away before it went any further. “Is it safe to..”

“The doctor has me on no restrictions,” she answered back hastily. “I just don’t want to move too fast for you. I want you to be ready.”

Mulder laced his hands through her amber locks, knocking her towel to the floor, kissing her again as his pent up feelings burst inside his chest, exploring her mouth, entwining their tongues, caressing her face.

He felt her fingers at his waistband, undoing his button and fly..

“Scully,” he whispered against her mouth and her hand cupped his bare erection. Skin on skin. Pleasure surged in his nerve endings and throbbed in his veins. “There’s not a part of me that didn’t miss this.”

Fuck . Scully closed her grip around his cock and stroked the sleek hot steel up and down. Mulder breathed hard and Scully moaned.

“Let’s go to bed,” she said in a heady rush of impatience. 

They kissed their way down the hall, Mulder almost tripping as he had to slouch as they walked to keep them from separating, Pulling off his shirt, hopping on one leg as he stripped off his pants. 

The way Scully’s eyes widened when he took off his boxers and freed his cock made him feel ten feet tall. She gave out a warning when he removed her robe that “her body had changed,” and he replied as honestly as he could. “Scully, I’m harder than a male porn star on his first day of work. Yes, it’s because it’s you, but it’s also because you’re more beautiful than the last time I laid eyes on you.”

Scully’s cheeks blushed and her pupils dilated. He matched her smile, both of them recognizing how much was at stake, and how much they both needed this. She turned away from him and he helped her remove her robe. He combed the soft strands of her hair to expose her exquisite neck, trailing soft kisses up the sensitive skin, leaving a wake of raised flesh.  

His hands traveled down her body, reacquainting with her new curves: her breasts, her waist, her ass. Soft noises released from the back of Scully’s throat as his fingers brushed over the inside of her thighs. Lust surged through him at the sound, and his length nuzzled the small of her back. Scully gripped the footboard of the bed. 

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Mulder, please, I want you inside me.”

Her insistence only made him grow harder, but he knew it wasn’t a sprint. “H-how.. What would be most comfortable for you?”

“I think on the bed, on my knees. I can hold onto the footboard, the headboard is a little too high, and if I lean forward… What?”

“Nothing,” Mulder said, but he couldn’t prevent the upturn of his lips. “It’s.. well, you’ve given this some thought.”

Scully lifted a brow. “During that second trimester, you have no idea.”

He helped her onto the bed and followed close behind, holding his hands at her waist. Scully spread her legs and his tip grazed her. Scully looked back at him. “Easy, Mulder.” 

On her knees, and hunched forward, her ass in full glorious view, Mulder gripped his length, lined them up, and hesitantly pushed in. 

“Oh God, Mulder,” he heard Scully moan. 

Sharp pleasure bolted through him. “I know. You’re incredible.”

Easing back, slowly he pushed in again, a couple more inches before easing back again. 

“More, Mulder,” Scully gasped, reaching back, her fingers finding his hair, tugging and twisting. “Faster.”  

He was so worried about hurting her, but his excitement built and her tight, wet warmth around him only hastened it. He groaned and flexed his hips as another wave of pleasure hit him. She felt so good. The sight of them joining almost too much. This was Scully. They were finally together. 

Soon they found a languid pace, her hips doing most of the work, him aiding her movement, pulling it out and letting her push back on him to the depth she craved.  Until her knuckles whitened against the footboard. “God, Mulder. I really missed you.” Her walls pulsed and squeezed him tight and he groaned. 

With a few light thrusts her body heated and swelled snug around his cock. It made them slide easier, faster. Scully’s jaw went slack as her eyes closed, tightening as she pushed back against him. Her breath was ragged and he could see her concentrating on her movements. It was intense and exquisite and the feelings produced inside him made Mulder moan louder.

He closed his eyes and tightened his fingers on her hips, losing himself in the feeling. Again and again, more and more. He missed everything about this. Her legs tensed and he felt her sucking him further inside. He remembered that feeling. She was close. A few determined thrusts and she cried out, her muscles pulsing hard and rhythmically around him. Mulder’s forehead leaned into her shoulder and he reached for the footboard, covering her hand with his as he shouted, pouring his soul, his love, into her. 

“Scully, Scully.” He kept coming, for what seemed like an eternity. It left him spent and shaky. He had to catch himself for a moment, relishing in the feel, and calming his heart.  “Everything okay?” As he asked her he could hear the deep octaves in his own voice.

“Mulder,” she breathed out and her blue eyes sparkled at him. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sated look on her face as she made her way to the bathroom. When she returned, he helped her back onto the bed. 

They stared into each other’s eyes as they laid on their sides face to face. Scully softly caressed his cheek and he mellowed into the feeling of her fingertips across his stubble. He pressed his face into her touch, drowning in it. Mulder leaned over, his lips a breath away from hers, and he stopped to feel their familiar pull. An attraction like no other. Scully raised her face to his, brushing his lips lightly, coaxing him. He kissed her even softer in return, teasing her like she did him until her mouth opened and he could taste her. Scully moaned quietly at the contact. Not knowing exactly what to do with his hand, he used it to prop up his head, the other he ran gently into her hair, stroking it softly.  

Without words she tucked her head under his chin, her nose nuzzling his Adam's apple. Scully curled into his torso while he rubbed her back, pulling her carefully towards him until the bump of her belly rested against his tight rippled abs. From through the window he could see the last vestiges of light, painting the sky in orange and reds. White contrails highlighting the color in soft wisps. 

He was the only one she would ever consider marrying. 

Elation washed over his body. I would marry you, Scully. And raise that baby as mine, no matter how it started its life. 

As if he had said it aloud she stirred and opened her eyes. He kissed her forehead once more and returned her drowsy smile. Tugging the comforter over her, they snuggled into their cocoon. Scully’s eyes closed and she mumbled right before her breathing evened out, “Don’t go, Mulder.”

I don’t plan on it, Scully. Not ever.

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[ezpezlemonsquez]

My top 10 relationships from Brooklyn Nine-Nine in random order:

CAREFUL: SPOILERS ALERT

Jake Peralta & Amy Santiago — that's an obvious one, I mean, who doesn't love Peraltiago? I personally adore how their relationship evolves from distracting childish rivalry to distracting childish courtship, finally to distracting childish marriage (and parenting!). Their chemistry is visible basically since pilot. They're always there for each other, taking one another's sides no matter what, they help each other grow. Not only are they lovers but also best friends and I think it's such an amazing thing. They care about each other and make each other feel good about the world and their place in it. Their relationship is not toxic nor abusive in any way, they embrace their best traits, not undermine them. They're so different but they don't try to change each other — they eventually do so but it's due to their loving relationship and it's change for the better. In summary: such a power couple.

Jake Peralta & Rosa Diaz — I guess what I love most in this relationship is that it doesn't evolve in ANY romantic direction. This is extremely rare in TV shows but GUESS WHAT, man-woman friendship exists y'all and these two are the perfect example of that. They trust each other, they're there for each other when they need it, I mean when Jake helped Rosa with her coming out or when Rosa was talking to him about Amy and always gave him advice, you can't tell me you didn't melt inside. I did. They're the best partners, Jake knows her badge number by heart and I BET Rosa knows his as well. They worry about each other but they know what the other is capable of and they can be proud of one another. They're best friends and they know each other extremely well (even if at first it appears Jake knows nothing about Rosa's life). Just, thousand push-ups.

Rosa Diaz & Amy Santiago — definitely Latina's power, they got each other's backs and they trust one another. They know they can tell each other everything, they work together well and they even have their own cool handshake ok. They know they can count on each other no matter what and they'll do anything for one another. Just a little reminder that Rosa said I love you to Amy, so it's gotta mean something. I don't know what else to say, they're just the best The Sleuth Sisters ever.

Jake Peralta & Gina Linetti — it's just so cute they're friends since primary school both on-screen and irl, it gives them such amazing chemistry. I personally love how Jake calls Gina 'man' and Gina calls Jake 'girl', a perfect summary of their relationship and I'm here for that. They grew up together, they help out each other in all kinds of situations and they care about each other. They can be funny and they can be serious for a moment, they value each other's advice and the fact that their friendship lasts since childhood makes their scenes 100 times more adorable (just think of the forehead kiss!).

Gina Linetti & Raymond Holt — from an annoying assistant who never gets her job done (not that this has ever changed) to a dear friend who teaches captain Holt trashtalk and is on first name terms with his husband. Their scenes are just super hilarious and I love how Holt just can't imagine having as his assistant anyone but Gina. His Gina Moment is just amazing and he's really proud of his friend, even though he worries about her. I love how Gina takes his side and doesn't want Jake to ruin his career when Wuntch transfers him to PR. She teaches him, as well as he teaches her, they help each other, they appreciate each other when some can't, they know each other's talents and value each other's opinions. And you can tell Holt is extremely bummed when Gina decides to leave the Nine-Nine, because who will give him diction exercises before important events now? Gina Linetti Spaghetti Confetti.

Terry Jeffords & basically everyone (INCLUDING Sharon!) — I'm gonna start from Sharon because imo their relationship is SO underrated while it's such a great marriage. Remember when Sharon said she would always worry about him but he should get his ass back in the field if he was ready? Now that's the support. They love each other so much and, what's more, they let each other know that. The same goes for the kids — Terry always makes sure they know he loves them very much. And except his real family, he also has his other family with his stupid grown up kids. Because he treats squad like a family and it's the cutest thing ever. He loves Jake, he loves Amy, he loves Rosa, he loves Gina, he loves Charles, he loves every single one of them, values every single one of them, cares about every single one of them and lets them know that. They know they can count on him and ask him for help or advice and even when he's super busy, he's gonna find some time for them. The same goes for Holt, they're amazing friends and basically dads of the squad but Terry isn't afraid to tell captain off if he gives the squad too hard time. In summary, don't annoy proud mama hen of the Nine-Nine or you're gonna regret it and that's confirmed.

Raymond Holt & Rosa Diaz — both Amy and Rosa are so similar to Holt but in such different ways. I love how they talk about emotions and help each other acknowledge them. They have so much respect for one another which is growing stronger and stronger throughout the series. Rosa understands Holt's standards and contrariwise. Their friendship is restrained but yet powerful and based on mutual respect. But feelings? Ew.

Raymond Holt & Jake Peralta — this most obviously had to be here, because it's impossible not to love this duo. Their relationship evolves so beautifully and it's very clearly shown how Holt's opinion and appreciation matter much more than his actual father's. Not only does Ray have an impact on Jake, but also Jake teaches captain a few things, remember hot tub scene? They value each other's opinions, they literally make each other better people. And their father-son relationship is simply amazing and when Holt plays along with it it's just... daaamn, son.

Raymond Holt & Madeline Wuntch — when they're together, I'm like Rosa: this is amazing. I literally want to make popcorn and watch this beautiful drama and those insults OMG, I'm here for them so much. That's basically it, I love their chemistry of arch-nemesis and I love how they perform it and chapeaux bas to Andre Braugher and Kyra Sedgwick for not cracking up during those scenes. Who's guarding Hades or tickets to Wicked? Raymond, Raymond, Raymond...

Norm Scully & Michael Hitchcock — this is a perfect example of how true friendship can last over the years. These guys do everything together and they simply don't care about what others say about them (cake for gay wedding has come to mind). As Hitchcock says, everyone knows they come in package and they both watch it'll be so, so neither of them would be left out. They're dorky but they appreciate each other for the little things (which to them are quite big things but let's leave it), they comfort each other and even when they fight they can't stay mad at one another for long. They seem so friendly and harmless but just wait until someone touches their food...

That's it from me but feel free to add some relationships from your top list or just add some thoughts on that!

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what are ur opinions on milf supremacy? also top 5 fictional milfs??? 🥺👉👈

Y’all I can’t! I like to think I’m an equal opportunity slut so like DILFS vs. MILFS is a non issue for me. I prefer both, actually I prefer multiples of both at all times 😂

But now for the ranking, my top 5 Fictional MILFS. Like last time this is not in any sort of order and there are many more these are just who I thought of instantly 😉

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Lady Alcina Dimitrescu from “Resident Evil 8”

I have ALWAYS been a little too into vampires, even if in the non traditional sense and good god is she one hot mom. Her daughters are neat but are they 9 feet tall? Do they have a claw hand? No?? Okay then. I know Internet dudes are getting some flack for their reactions to Lady D but I’m very queer and would pay her to step on me or crush me with those BMM.

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Dana Scully from “The X-Files”

I’m going to ignore her actual motherhood and instead insist that she has peak MILF vibes. Like there is an alternate time line where I am her pool-girl/boy/person and I would be very happy. She comes from money but doesn’t abuse it, supports the disenfranchised and fights for the oppressed- all while keeping a cool head and trusting logic. I couldn’t find a gif of it but Gillian Anderson is a very attractive older woman now and that is 100% why this thought is still in my brain.

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Wanda Maximoff from “WandaVision”

Wanda might not technically be a mother but she has big MILF energy. She’s beautiful, intimidating, and would be the “cool mom” who would take you out for drinks after a school board meeting and I love that vibe. She deserves some happiness folks and I hope we get to see that soon.

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Shelia from “Santa Clarita Diet”

Drew Barrymore has always been a MILF in my eyes but Shelia is the best version. We stand a dedicated career woman who doesn’t even let death stop her, also she takes out neo-n*zi’s and MRA’s which I adore her for. Also Joel is hot too, if their marriage had room for a third I would apply.

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Ellen Ripley from “Alien”

Not only does she have a legit daughter but Ripley is a cat mom!!! And I love cats, I have a few of my own and I just adore that about her. Also shes so fucking smart and brave and I just love her! I think the way she takes down the Xenomorph Queen exudes power and and that will win me over every time.

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6x04. “Dreamland” (part 1 of 2) - X-Files Rewatch

“Don't you ever just want to stop? Get out of the damn car? Settle down and live something approaching a normal life?” - Scully “This is a normal life.” - Mulder

Too bad most of the stuff we see is forgotten. I do have an interesting take on the fallout of this episode, though! (I’ll get into that at the end of Dreamland II, tomorrow.)

Driving late at night. Mulder’s gazing. He looooooooves her. 

Scully’s “I’m all a-tingle.” and their shared look. 😍

Mulder’s just so happy to be with her, to be doing something X-Files-y with her, or anything really. Also he knows what it’s like to kiss her, sorta, so I’d imagine he can’t stop thinking about that.

Scully is gazing and enjoying herself, too, even though she’s still hurt. That he did something so reckless, that she thinks he might not completely trust her anymore. At least he invited her along on his adventure this time.

Mulder looks so hot in his t-shirt. Mmm, forearm porn.

Scully reminiscing about the hundreds/thousands of miles they’ve traveled together in cars. Then she’s thinking about families and what she doesn’t have. Her “get out of the car”. She is DEFINITELY asking him if he wants to settle down WITH HER. She wants something more with him, something beyond their work. Something “normal” like a house/kids/dog. Could Mulder ever want something like that? (I’m envisioning that Scully’s IVF is happening around this time, which implies even more strongly that she wants him to know she means THEM when she talks about settling down. I don’t think Mulder gets it though.) When Scully talks about UFOs in front of Fletcher and the other military personnel I think he probably gets an erection.

Scully grabbing Mulder’s hand/arm to leave after they are confronted by Fletcher et al. Then somehow Mulder’s grabbing onto her. 

From now on Mulder(F) is Mulder-as-Fletcher and Fletcher(M) is Fletcher-as-Mulder. Just to make things slightly clearer. (BTW interesting how their initials are the same but reversed.)

Mulder is thrilled at seeing the inside of Area 51. Doesn’t really think of anything else. FINALLY he thinks about Scully and tries to call her. (Another thing that shows, to me, that he is more than willing to risk himself to experience paranormal things - like going into the light in Requiem. He doesn’t really THINK sometimes, he just DOES. He’s instinctual, spontaneous. Would being abducted by aliens be a terrible idea? Yes. How many things has Mulder done that are incredibly stupid? Too many to count.)

Mulder ALWAYS fills the gas tank. Of course he does. He’s such a gentleman. 

Fletcher(M) being a selfish jerk, smoking, calling her “Dana”.

Scully was just talking about having a family. Mulder wants to have a deeper relationship with her, which would entail such a family. Now he gets to experience it himself, and he thinks he fucks it up. So, more guilt and self-doubt. 

Mulder(F) FALLS ASLEEP WATCHING PORN AND DREAMS ABOUT SCULLY.

Fletcher(M) keeps calling Scully “Dana” and it’s hilarious. 

Fletcher’s(M) behaviour with Kersh is completely out-of-character. Scully’s WTF face. Fletcher(M) flirting with Kersh’s secretary. OOF. Asking if Scully’s jealous and smacking her ass. Scully’s face is priceless.

Mulder(F) continuing to fuck things up with Fletcher’s family. Then taking a moment to enjoy the weirdness. His tank top & boxers. 😍

Fletcher(M) playing computer golf. Their whole interaction and Scully’s face, again, is just… 😆

I think Scully knows something’s up but she can’t make herself admit it. She believes deep down but forces herself to push those thoughts away. He is acting SO strange. She has experience with Mulder-but-not-Mulder. Perhaps she’s thinking something happened that changed his personality and is running with that instead of an incredible bodyswap like Mulder(F) suggested when he called her.

Scully’s jealousy when she goes to Mulder’s apartment and Fletcher(M) was obviously getting it on with Kersh’s secretary. She’s really really mad and confused. 😥

The merged coins are cool, and make an appearance later in the series (“Alone”, 8x19).

Mulder(F) DEFINITELY dreamed about Scully the second night, and also said her name aloud. His giant grimace when Fletcher’s wife assumes he has ED.

Beautiful, sexy Scully showing up at Fletcher’s house. She is so hot this whole episode. Well, she’s always hot, but you know what I mean.

That she’s so uncomfortable with Mulder(F) touching her. She doesn’t just let anyone get that close, but it was something she didn’t have issues with right from the beginning with Mulder. They CLICKED right from the start.

The things that Mulder says to Scully to get her to believe him. How about a certain hallway declaration. How about the spaceship in Antarctica. How about her tattoo. Mulder sucks at coming up with unique shit he knows about her. I can relate though, I wouldn’t be able to come up with a goddamned thing either.

“That is so you. That is so Scully. Well, it's good to know you haven't changed. That's somewhat comforting.” - Mulder

That Fletcher(M) turned Scully in. This is a HUGE red flag. But she just STILL CANNOT accept the strange theory about a bodyswap. She believes it deep down but won’t let herself accept it.

Once Mulder(F) is taken she realizes her mistake. 😥

[sigritandtheelves]

Prompt: Mulder and Scully have their first full blown make out session at her mom's while washing her car. I am begging you please.. if you want.. I adore you and your writing. I hope today is excellent for you.

Another Beautiful Saturday

2.4k wds | PG-13 | MSR, kinda plotless fluff, post-“The Unnatural”

A/N: Anon, thank you for this lovely prompt, and I hope this is kind of what you meant? I’ve been really sick over the last few days, and I was having trouble concentrating on my dissertation, but I was able to channel some energy into fic-writing. I make no promises to its quality (see: me being ill). I realize there are about a million good fics circulating right now because of the Easter challenge, so I’m sorry for the bad timing… but here is something from my brains to yours.

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Of course there had been the baseball. That might have counted. There’d been a purposiveness in the placement of his hands, a deliberate excess in the duration of his touch, fingers flattened to the inside curve of her hip and then brushing against her own around the bat’s solid wood. His cheek, lips, voice, against her hair.

When the boy had gone home, he’d leaned his weight atop the down-turned bat like a restless teenager, its wider end pressed into home plate, and looked at her like they’d just won some victory: all stars in his eyes and that innocent quirk of his mouth.

“You’re pretty good at baseball, Scully.”

Sly, she had worried her lip and studied the dust atop her too-formal shoes, arms crossed. “Well,” she’d said. “I’ve maybe played before.” She raised her eyes and saw that he already knew, and then they were both grinning like fools.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” He’d put his arm around her shoulders as they trekked around the dugout. Evening and mild sweat and the sweet combination of his soaps was how he’d smelled, and she’d wanted to stop them right there, to turn into the circle his arms would make, and press her whole body to his, nose to his chest. There was love of the game, yes, but there was also just love.

When they reached the car, he let her go.

Keys clutched in her fingers, she eyed him again. “Thank you,” she’d said, and her voice was lower than she’d expected, rough from laughing maybe—an unfamiliar sound in her throat these days. “I liked my present.”

He’d smiled. There had been a brief hesitation, a small internal war, before he shook his head, as if to knock loose the courage. He leaned down and snagged her lips with his. She startled, and it made her open her mouth, and suddenly she could taste him: a full sweet flavor that ignited a small fire under her ribs. Before she could parse the taste, analyze its effects on her skin and her heart and her future, he’d pulled away. One more nervous smile, and he scratched the back of his head. “G’night, Scully,” he’d said, and then he turned and he was gone.

Now she had dragged him into further outdoor activities on this, the second weekend since that singular (and only) kiss. She supposed it was a date, but again under careful guise.

“Do you know anything about cars?” She’d asked him on Friday morning.

He’d shrugged. “A little. Why?”

She gnawed on the corner of her lips. “My mom has inherited a car from a cousin—some classic, she says. She doesn’t know what to do with it.”

“And she asked you for help?”

Scully nodded.

“You want me to come take a look?” He’d leaned back in his desk chair, letting his pen fall to the blotter. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie already loose, though it was barely ten.

It was her turn to offer a small shrug. “If you want to. I’m not sure how much help I’ll be. She wants me to look it over, maybe clean it up a little. She wants to sell it, I think.”

He’d rocked in his seat, smiling. “Mom’s not into classic cars, huh?”

She shook her head.

“What time?”

“Pick me up around eleven? She said she’d make lunch.”

He’d nodded, a little smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, okay.”

And so she was now in uncustomarily casual clothes before him—cut-off jean shorts and a t-shirt—with her hands dipped into a sudsy bucket, hair pulled back off her neck, while he peeked under the hood (pretending he knew what he was looking at) of a 1966 Chevrolet Cheville, color: Lemonwood Yellow.

“How’s it look?” She asked.

“Ah,” he said, pulling at the oil dip-stick. “It looks good. I think.”

Scully swallowed her smile and stood from her crouched position over the bucket, bringing her sponge to the back window and scrubbing at the accumulated dust and grime.

“I mean the oil level is good. Engine looks pretty clean.” He wiped his fingers on a rag and dropped the hood. “Won’t know for sure until we start it up. Has your mom driven it?”

Soap bubbles dripped down to her elbow, and she rubbed at her forehead with the back of her wrist. She shook her head. “It’s a manual. My mom doesn’t drive stick.”

“Oh.” He scooted behind her to get to the bucket. He wore jeans and a t-shirt, too, like he had on that other Saturday, looking too relaxed. Too good. He was bronzing in the sun, but she felt suddenly hot. Scully swallowed, looked away. He brought his own sponge around to the front.

“We should take it for a drive, then.”

She thought of them driving around the block just to hear the sound of the engine, then flashed on some silly image of them parking at a secluded lookout, kissing in the back seat like teenagers in the old car. If only she’d worn her bobby socks. “Yeah,” she said, then cleared her throat. “After we clean it up.”

He smiled at her over the roof and she flushed again.

Their hands bumped in the suds bucket and they eyed each other like they both knew a secret. Mulder sprayed her bare legs with the hose and pretended it was an accident. She slapped his arm and he dropped the hose. Instead of picking it up again, he moved toward her with his hands up.

“I said I was sorry.” He continued moving toward her, so she backed up, sneakers on the driveway walking backward, until she bumped the still-soapy door. He followed until he was almost touching her, front to front.

“Are you really?” She asked.

He nodded, smiled, then shook his head no.

“I didn’t think so.”

“You know how to play baseball,” he said. “You know a North American P-51 Mustang on sight from only a blurry underwater photo of its fuselage.” His hands moved down, one to rest against his thigh and the other to find the curve of her waist, over her sweat-and-suds-damp shirt. He was hovering above her, mischief in his eyes, head cocked in playful teasing. “But you don’t know anything about cars? Not a single thing?”

She swallowed. “Well,” she said. “I mean, I know a little.”

Mulder nodded slowly, lowering his head just a bit. “A little?”

Her skin was on fire where his fingers pressed, even through her shirt. She wanted to grab his face and pull it down to hers, but that wasn’t how this game worked. “Just enough to get by,” she said. “Change the oil, change a tire, replace a battery.”

“Take apart and rebuild an engine?”

Her lips turned up. “Maybe once or twice.”

He made a low sound in his throat like a growl and then, finally, lowered his lips to hers. She was ready this time. It was broad daylight and her mother could very well be watching them through the window, but she didn’t care. She’d wanted the taste of him again so badly and now here he was, maybe better than before because she’d had time to mull over how much she wanted it. She opened her mouth and let his tongue greet hers. Oh, hello, it said. It’s been too long. She held back a whimper at the sheer goodness of how he felt, dragging his lips over hers, his tongue tasting of sweet tea and his turkey sandwich and himself most of all. She let her fingers go where they would: to his shoulders first, then one hand to his hair, so warm from the sun and just a bit damp with sweat. The material truth of his body, making itself known, drove a little moan from her lips at last. They were two humans of flesh and blood—skin that wanted touching, mouths that could do so much more than communicate their teasing wit. His other hand came to her neck, and she knew then that she would need to stop this kiss soon, lest they end up naked and writhing on her mother’s front lawn. She dove in with another swipe of her tongue, lifting onto her toes to press her hips to his encircling body (and god, holy Christ and any number of other blasphemes, was that the length of him against her abdomen?) before she forced herself to break the kiss.

He studied her with eyes like she’d never seen on him before. Gone was his teasing and cool exterior, but this was not the wounded boy of his solemn and lonely hours. This was his secret and inner self, vulnerable for how much he wanted, should he let himself want, rather than for his loss. And he wanted her—she could see that.

His left hand lifted to push her hair behind her ear, his other still clutching her waist. “That was… something.”

She smiled, still somewhat foggy and unbelieving. “Yeah.”

“Hmm, let me just check something. I need to… hang on—“ and he bent to kiss her again. His lips came down warm and heavy, swollen and wet from their previous kiss. Pressed against the car, Scully turned out her hip, lifted her knee to press it against his thigh, and raised herself up again to alleviate the craning of his neck. He pressed closer and she felt it again—the length of him at her belly. She whimpered.

“Mulder,” she said, pulling back again. “We’re out in the street. It’s daytime.”

“Sorry,” he said, still holding her like he wasn’t really sorry, and god she hoped he wasn’t. “I just… couldn’t help it.”

“Hmm. Any more of that and I’m afraid we’d end up… well, putting on a show for my mother and all her neighbors. One I’m not sure she’d appreciate.”

“Ooh, Scully, an exhibitionist?”

“Not usually, but… that was something.”

“It was.” He leaned his forehead against hers, and she was unable to stop herself from leaning up for one more kiss—just a quick press of her lips to his.

The sound of the front door swinging open startled them apart, just in time, before Maggie stepped out onto the porch with more iced tea. Mulder had quickly spun them around to swap their positions so Scully faced the house. He tugged at the hem of his jeans, the bottom of his tee, trying to be subtle about the predicament she could now confirm.

“It’s looking great,” Maggie said, all smiles. She came down the porch steps and handed them each a glass. “It’s gotten so warm—Dana, you look flushed. I thought you two must be thirsty.”

“Thanks, mom.” She swallowed a gulp, cold and sweet, and thought, It could be love.

—

After they’d washed the car down, wiped the dust from inside and vacuumed its floors, they slipped into its front seats and slid the hot metal of their buckles into place with two almost-simultaneous clicks. Mulder, in the driver’s seat, still playing this game of manly adventurer and master of mechanical things, started the engine. It came to life easily and he gave her a smile. “Sounds good.”

She nodded.

His hand found her knee and squeezed until he needed it to move the gear shift. And then they were rolling out of Margaret Scully’s driveway onto the mismatched streets of Baltimore. Scully fiddled with the ancient radio’s knobs—it still worked. Classic rock seemed appropriate—some station around 100 and they were under Jim Morrison’s spell (come on baby light my fire). Windows down, the warm late-April breeze brought the to some other time: gritty cracked pavement and the rust-belt housing blocks of downtown, under the rumble of this engine, seemed newly alive, like the promise of steel-town money and industrial investment still bolstered this place thirty years later.

“Should we drive up to the Bel-Loc?” He asked. “Get ourselves a malted?”

She smiled at him. “I just need to be home before the streetlights come on.”

At a long stretch with no traffic lights, his palm landed warm on her knee again. His face was something more serious, all of a sudden. “I could take you out if you want. We could go to dinner.”

Her heart thudded at the thought—an actual date, rather than this game of happenstance Saturdays and accidental kisses. But she looked at her state of dress and made a face. “Look at me. I’m all sweaty in these junky clothes.”

“I’ve been looking,” he said, though his eyes were on the road. It meant more than innuendo. It meant that he saw her. Really saw her, now, even if he hadn’t (had refused to look) for most of this past year. She dropped her fingers over his, just for a brief second, before pulling them away again. This was it. Now was the time to be brave, Dana.

“We could order in,” she said. “After you drop me at my place, I mean. You could stay to eat.”

She had just invited him back to her apartment, and it was not to read over a case file. She held her breath, kept her eyes out the passenger side window.

“I’d like that,” Mulder said.

Ahead, a traffic light turned yellow, and he moved his hand away from her leg to downshift.

Maggie thanked them endlessly, smiled subtly at the way they accidentally-on-purpose kept brushing against one another, and promised to invite them both back soon for dinner. “It was so good to see you under happy circumstances, Fox.”

“You too, Mrs. Scully.”

And then it was late afternoon and they were driving back to Georgetown under the heavy anticipation of evening.

When they were about fifteen minutes from her apartment, he broke the thick, uncustomary silence between them. “Hey Scully,” he said, eyes still on the road.

“Yeah?”

“Unless you tell me not to, I’m going to kiss you as soon as we get inside.”

The slow arousal that had followed them since their kissing flared inside her white hot. She swallowed. “Okay,” she said.

“I’m not going to stop this time.”

“Okay,” she said again. “I don’t want you to stop.”

He glanced at her then, a combination of mischief and open need. “Good,” he said, and they were quiet until they got to her block and into her place where they didn’t stop, not once, until they were exhausted and sweatier than ever and hungry for takeout, which they ate in the dark of that beautiful Saturday night.

[emotionalcello-makefanfics]

Sequel to That Body = Absolute Unit and Aaron is a Cute Name

Summary : 

*in DJ Khaled voice* Another one! Longer! Even less plot! I don't even know how to explain this one.

Chris and Aaron are now boyfriends. The couple is meeting each other's family. It doesn't go perfectly, and Chris is doing dumbass ways to fix that. With a side story of Chris freaking out because Aaron is giving him weeks of radio silence.

This is chapter 1 Out of 7, please red the rest at AO3

Words: 3.9 k

Anyone seeing him now would’ve thought he snoops into the evidence room and snorts all the cocaine they just raided. No, nothing like that, it’s something better. Chris is coming over to Virginia for a Christmas party at Rossi’s! That’s not all... He’ll be going as Hotch’s official boyfriend!

He’s both nervous and excited. He’s excited because he’s coming over to his favorite author’s home and have a legit Christmas party. Not some half-assed office party that’s there to keep the spirit up and 95% work anyway. Yet he’s nervous because Aaron’s coworkers are equivalent to his family, which means that Chris is coming over to ‘meet the family.’ That’s like the next step of a relationship, right?

It totally is! This means Chris can either be that ‘weird boyfriend’ that the family doesn’t bother to get to know about because they’re so sure they’re going to break up soon. OR, Chris can be so boyfriend/family material that’s so sweet so fun so snatched that is practically treated like family. Chris will be the latter as if his life depends on it. Aaron’s people are the coolest people on earth because they’re sweet, hot, hard-working, literal FBI agents, and most of all, they’re Aaron’s family.

Chris got himself ready for the party. He did yoga 4 times a week than the usual twice a week. He games up his skincare routine and he’s burning through his sheet masks. He trimmed his hair. Manicured his nails. His skin is glowing. The body is healthy. This year’s leave secured for the taking.

He’s never been this prepared in his entire life. Can’t wait to get to know the people closest to his darling beautiful lovely bf. It’s going to be so much fun.

“Hee hee hee hee hee.”

“Sweet Jesus, Chris, why are you the drug dealer from down the street this whole day?” Even Peralta’s jokes can’t get to him today.

“Chris is spending Christmas with his new man.” Haily answer for him because Chris is hyper-focused on his papers.

Chris is vibrating with excitement that he can’t even do his reports smoothly, but he’ll be damned if everything is not perfect by his holiday leave. Of course, they’re not having a Christmas party at the actual Christmas time. Work and all, especially’s Hotch’s work.

And he’s aware that there’s a good possibility that they may cancel it due to a case.

So, he needs to chill. The more he looks forward to it, the more he’ll be disappointed if it gets canceled. Be cool. Be chill. Whatever will be, will be. Namaste. All that shit.

“Look at what you’ve done!” Haily reprimands, slapping Jake at the back of his head.

“Ow, what did I do?!”

“You deflated him!”

“I shouldn’t get too excited, they can cancel the party if there’s a case,” Chris finally put his head out of his dreamy bubble, seeing Jake and Haily about to square up.

“We have a party here Chris! What’s better than having Christmas with your office family?” Jake paused as Haily raised her eyebrows at him. “Except maybe a private party in a crime author’s fancy house filled with FBI agents. Dammit, no I’m not jealous!” Jake points at him, in both denial and assertiveness, talking to himself. Yup, that is the face of the precinct best detective.

“I am attending the office party. I wouldn’t miss the dumpster fire for the world.”

“Our Christmas party is not always a dumpster fire!” Chris and Haily give him a look and Jake quickly folds. “Okay maybe it is, but it’s our signature!”

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The day of the precinct's Christmas dumpster fire finally arrived. Like every year, his floor has a secret Santa event, though not everyone joined. When they’re close to clocking out, they reveal each other’s secret Santa.

“Hey, Ginnie Gina.” Chris struts over to Gina’s desk right outside of the Captain’s office. As usual, the Captain’s assistant has her feet up the desk and phone in hand. “I’m your secret Santa.”

“AH, maybe there is God. I thought my Santa was Scully and I was not gonna let it see the light of day.” She then – in the most casual way –  reach out to a saw blade blending into the clutter on her desk and put it under her drawer.

“Gimme!”

Chris gave his present with ease knowing it won’t fall victim to the saw blade. Gina’s Christmas colored acrylic nails dig and tears the red wrapping and voila! Creme de La Mer. Yes, that La Mer bitch, because Chris ain’t playin’ with presents.

“I swear to God Chris you’re the only salvation of this earth. I would kiss you if I’m not wearing my Christian Louboutin lip gloss right now.”

“You’re welcome.” Gina gave him an air kiss and Chris catches it. “Pray for my gift!”

“I will, love!”

That kiss must’ve been a curse because Chris got Scully as secret Santa. And his gift is a frozen pizza box with a slice missing and wrapped with worn an XXXXL hoodie with vaguely red and brown stains. Gracefully, Chris gives the pizza back to him and Scully lights up at the offer of his own food back at him.

Then nightshift rolls in, turns out they have a secret Santa event of their own. Chris then looks away when he noticed disappointments are brewing to a fight.

He goes back to his desk, finishing up before his nightshift desk buddy came. In the middle of finishing up his report, a phone call stops him from finishing up. Aaron!

The office starts to get noisy with shenanigans, greetings, and a new perp yelling out to let him go. He slips out to the roof, and the noise quiets down as if they’re far away.

“Hey, sugar,” Chris says as he walks to the furthest side of the roof.

“Hi, how’s secret Santa?” Aaron doesn’t sound so hot, maybe he’s just worn out a bit.

“I got the short end of the stick, but the shock and awe factor overcame my disappointment because it is kinda funny.”

“What did you get?”

“A frozen pizza box with a slice missing and his worn clothes that smells like pizza sauce and sweat. I think he just wrapped his dinner with the clothes he was wearing.”

Aaron chuckles, and Chris bites off his smile. They’ve only been dating for a few months but that chuckle still packs some damage on him.

“I’m sorry it didn’t go well.”

“It’s going better than last year at least. No one is getting into a fistfight with their secret Santa.”

“That’s good, and Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas! Where are you right now?”

“Case at Florida.”

“Aw, that sucks. You won't see the present I gave you to your office then.”

“I’ll open it as soon as I arrive. Are you still at the precinct?”

“Yeah, about to tidy up. I’m clocking out in an hour.”

“Good, my gift should be at your office by now.”

“Wait really??” Chris looks back to look at the desk from the windows. Probably still on the front desk. “D’waw! Thank you, I’m gonna ask the front desk if it’s here.” Chris goes back inside. “Are you at a hotel? Taking a break?”

“No, I’m still at the police station.”

Huh, that’s weird. Aaron never calls when he’s still on the job. Maybe after the team retires at their hotel, but never when they’re still at the police station. Chris stops by the door and gulped.

“Is everything okay?”

“I hope so, we’ve done all that we can.” Oh, Chris knows that tone of voice. Chris knows that hopeless feeling when all he can do is wait.

“I bet you do and more. I wish you guys are not too hard on yourselves.”

“I don’t think that can be helped,” Aaron resigned, and Chris also feels there’s nothing he can do, but lend an ear.

Actually, Chris can do one thing, “When you come home, we’ll meet up, promise.”

“I’ll need that. Your secret Santa fail helps too.”

“Then I’m glad I’m getting frozen pizzas for Christmas.”

“I hope my present can make you feel better.”

“Oh yeah! That.”

Chris has been standing like a dumbass in front of the rooftop door when he heard Aaron’s voice mellowed. Now that he’s in front of his desk, he sees his present. A big box that takes over the free space on his desk, sitting there as it looms a bit over him.

“Oooh, ominously big, I wonder what’s insiiide,” Chris sings as he presses his phone between his cheek and shoulder so his hands have their full tearing capacity. He puts the box down first before tearing, revealing a pink plain box.

Inside the big pink box is – he can’t believe it – a plushie version of the clay cat he had that reminded him of Rosco. Chris’s jaw hits the floor as he pulls it up and stares at it. Like the clay, it’s egg-shaped, has a condescending expression, but the markings are more accurate than the clay cat. The only thing not accurate is the size. It’s big and tall, and thicc with 10 c’s.

Chris inhaled deeply, ready to scream before he whined instead, remembering he’s still in the office.

“Aaaaaaaa,” He whispered the scream – somehow – hugging the cat that’s at least a meter in diameter. It’s a very thick plushie and he LOVES it as if the bitch herself (still talking about the cat) erected from the dead. “HOW! What???? I... This is... Frick! Aaron, I could kiss you right now!”

“I’m glad you like my gifts,” Chris can hear the smile through Aaron’s voice.

“Gifts? As in multiple???”

“You must’ve missed the board game.”

There’s Betrayal at The House on The Hill board games resting at the bottom of the box. It’s the board game he’s been wanting ever since he saw it on Smosh Board AF! Everyone has been wanting to play it.

“Oh, man this is great! I think I mentioned this ages ago.” Chris hugs it to his chest and makes the most disgusting lovey-dovey face. “You remembered!”

“I ordered it the second you mentioned it. I wanted to give it to you on your birthday but I figured it’ll be appropriate for Christmas so you can play it with everyone.”

“Yeah totally! Hey guys! Look at what Aaron gave me!” Chris flaunts his board games in the air and catches a few attention.

“That’s one big cat,” Haily said her long blond hair sway as she leans to the side and looks, totally missing the point, but still valid because Chris can’t even circle this plushy with two arms.

“Well, yeah, but look at the board game!”

“Whoa cool! Betrayal at The House on The Hill?” Jake came over with Rosa. “Amy! I found a board game I can beat you at!”

“Not a chance Jake, stop being salty over Bang.” Rosa claps back stoically.

“Ooh, did Hotch gave you that?” Santiago walks over.

“Yeah! We can play it in today’s after-party at my place!”

“Thanks, Hotch!” Jake says that soon followed with a few thanks from Haily, Rosa, and Amy. On the other end, he hears Aaron chuckles.

“You’re welcome.”

“He says you’re welcome. Yall tidy up cmon! Let’s ditch this dump. Get the captain.”

They all scatter over to their desks as Chris put the doll back to the box.

“Thank you for the doll, also the board game. I love them all!” Chris puts the plushy back to the box. “Don’t forget to open mine as soon as you get back!”

“I won’t miss it for the world.”

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When the team comes back, the sighs and long faces disappear at the sight holographic ribbons, red and gold wrappings on a box as tall as a small child inside Hotch’s office, sitting on his desk.

“What is that,” Blake says.

“I assume that’s a gift from my boyfriend,” Hotch finds his smile again. The blinding holo ribbons are so sore to the eyes than he thinks of nothing else than what’s inside.

“Today doesn’t turn out as we had hoped, but we’ve done the best we can. Get home and rest. If any of you need a leave tomorrow, tell me first thing in the morning. Merry Christmas.”

The team gave him a collective Merry Christmas before dropping or grabbing something from their desk and tidy up.

Hotch needs to get a few papers ready, while he’s here, but all he wanted to do is open his present. The last time he felt like this was when he was a kid waiting for his birthday to come. No one else is here since it’s way past office hour, so he takes this time to open his present.

As soon as he drops his go bag, he cuts up the ribbon and tries to keep the wrappings intact so he can keep it.

To his absolute surprise, the box is roughly as big as what he gave Chris. When he opens it, from what he can see, there are a few items in there. To his relieve the box is only half-filled. The one he noticed is a thick blanket that takes up half of the box. A folded deep blue pajamas. A journal for the next year with black leather cover. A book called Black Beauty, a classic that Aaron never read before.

He touches the blanket first, and it was the softest fabric he ever touched. Taking out the present one by one, he found a slip of envelope between the blanket and the pajamas.

Inside is a Christmas card from Chris.

‘Merry Christmas Aaron!!

I know what you’re thinking, “What is inside that big thick box.” Sorry to disappoint it’s only half-filled. I was confident that I can and WILL fill it but in the end, I just ran out of ideas. I know it’s still a lot, and to tell you the truth I am overcompensating... but best believe that every item is chosen with love. Except for the journal, it’s MADE with love.

I had a lot of ideas but then a lot doesn’t make it because... I’ll list the scratched-out things so you can judge. A bbq grill. A shovel. Phone casing with those jiggly animal characters on it. Moonshine. Wine. Scotch. Many other exotic alcohols. Weed at some point. Sunscreen. Moisturizer. Eye cream. Eye serum. Eye mask. (I love the look on you but it looks so heavy I just want to lighten the burden and it’ll feel so good and soothing, call me if you change your mind, I’ll make your skin feels so good! Like a spa day! Ooh, let’s have a spa day. Anyway.) A custom calender of puppies. A real live puppy. A plushie puppy. Snacks box subscription from Japan. Snacks box subscription from South Korea. Cloud slime. Stress balls. Me in a box (I wanted to put myself in a box and be your Santa then soon realized how dumb it is.) Me but in BAU ft flowers and a Santa outfit. Me but in bed wearing a Santa outfit. Me in bed but in a Mrs. Klaus outfit.

The last ones are very lazy (and weird) because I ran out of ideas. So, aren’t we glad that none of those are your presents!

So you understand why I choose what I choose. The blanket is so soft! And so is the pajamas. They have a variety of pajamas where it has all the color of the rainbow, but I don’t have the heart to put you through that. I hope deep blue isn’t too much of a daring color for you, (jk, you can pull off any color you sexy beast.) I want to dump this and start over after I wrote that but this is my fifth card and the last out of the bulk I bought so... You just have to deal with being a sexy beast. I know... the horror!

The book is so wholesome! It’s different from your usual non-fiction. But like, I just put it in there if you need something to read.

Oh, and I hope you like the planner journal. The inside is nothing like the outside ;) I think it’s so you!

Text me if you get my present! Merry Christmas!

P.S. I know this is a lot and you’re the type that said you don’t want anything and means it. I won’t give you this much next year, but I’m gonna level up my gift-giving game... you’ll see.

P.P.S. I’m joking about this being my 5th card. It’s my 11th. I keep adding stuff that’s not in my draft and ended up cringing at it. It’s funny though. I would read to you if you’re interested.'

Aaron finds himself smiling the entire time he reads the letter even though it ended on an ominous note. He laughed at all the gift ideas. He didn’t know what cloud slime is.

He opens the journal with black leather cover, and the inside is a stark difference from the cover. It’s still meticulous, functional, and tightly tidy with its format. But the icons are flowers and cute animals. The papers are colored warm light brown and other earthy tones. The decorations throughout the planner are minimalistic drawings of decorative plants, flowers, and cute animals.

Though it was random items, all of them are thoughtful gifts. Thankfully Aaron hasn’t bought a book planner for next year. Aaron is also intrigued by the book because Chris doesn’t read a lot of books. More of a watcher than a reader he said. So when Chris recommends a book, it does perk his curiosity at what Chris count as interesting.

Sadly, the blanket would receive less love than all. Simply because Aaron rarely sleeps at his own bed because of cases. He can’t believe he’s genuinely feeling sad for not being able to sleep on his bed a lot because he won't feel the blanket as often. To be fair, it really is soft. The pajamas, however, are perfect. He can put that in the go-bag.

Just like Chris said, Aaron doesn’t have anything in mind when someone asked what he wants for birthdays or Christmases. He’s not materialistic in nature. He never bought anything that’s not necessary basic needs. Gifts, however, are different. Even if Chris just gave him a card, He would’ve kept it forever, just how he’ll keep this card in his keepsake box. And even if Chris gave him rainbow pajamas, he’ll still keep it and wear it.

The knock from his door is followed with an “Excuse me, sir,” and he goes back to Hotch.

Hotch looks back to see Garcia who’s surprisingly still in the building. She usually went home as soon as the case is done.

“Are you okay?” She says, and he gets why she’s here now.

“Yes. Are you?” Aaron asked back, because last time he saw her from the screen, she was crying.

“Oh, sir, I’m not, it sucks but you know... No, I don’t know. I hate not being able to do anything.”

“I know Garcia, you did a great job. We’ll all bounce back from this.” Like they always do.

“I know... We’re having a Christmas get together slash chill hang out at my place, trying to wind down. Do you want to join us?”

“That sounds great, but I’ll have to pass, I have to catch up some sleep.”

“Of course sir.” She looks around and gasps, finally smiling. “Are these from Chris?”

“Yes.”

“Aw! That’s sweet. Merry Christmas sir!”

“Merry Christmas, Garcia.”

Aaron starts putting it away in a big paper bag included inside, the box is also foldable. For someone not knowing what to gift him, Chris thinks through how he’s going to bring the stuff back to his car. For Aaron, this exact gesture tells you everything you need to know about Chris as a person.

As everything is inside the bag, Aaron was about to text Chris that he received the gift. He had expected the string of text, but not a couple of videos and lastly a picture.

The videos were from yesterday when Chris received his gift. It’s a video of him dancing on the dancefloor with the doll. Haily was the one recording it while laughing in the background. It still baffles him how he met another Haily. Though in different spelling, it’s way too similar to his late ex-wife. He never wants to come to this conclusion, but in a way, it’s like some kind of fate.

Everyone else is dancing with human partners and Chris is there dancing with a round cat plushie that’s just too big for si arms. Laughing freely and happily, waving to the camera and blowing a kiss.

To be completely honest, the plushie wasn’t intended to be that big. He had ordered a size roughly identical to the clay cat he owned of Rosco because Aaron sees the paints faded away in a few places where Chris touched often. The company misinterpreted the size and it came out ten times bigger than it should’ve been.

The last picture is Chris in his sleepwear, which are a boxer and worn t-shirts. It’s a selfie of him in his bed hugging the doll. An arm draped around the cat and his knee resting on the cat’s belly.

Seems like Chris likes the size from the text that follows.

From Chris: Can’t even wrap my hands around my big thicc boi.

From Chris: That sounds suggestive lol but I swear I meant nothing but wholesome things.

From Chris: Unless?”

From Chris: Lol jk, I’m not getting it down with a plushie of my late dead cat.

Then a string of kisses emojis.

Aaron zones out for a couple of seconds seeing Chris in bed with a plushie. Aaron can see everything from his head to hip and his arms stretching out far to include the plushie. His hair tossed carelessly to the back. His shirt risen to show a bit of skin of the waist. Face buried partly on the cat’s cheek. Eyes sparkle as he looks at the camera and a smile so big it showed all his pearly teeth.

There’s no doubt that Chris is a grown man with masculine features. His face is incredibly youthful and masculine despite some soft features of his face. Round almond eyes. Bold angled eyebrows. Pale pink lips that always stretch out in a smile.

In that bed, with that pose, the picture stopped Aaron from breathing. Heat pricked under his skin. His hands clenched and unclenched. Lastly, he gulped.

How long has it been since he came over to his place?

To Chris: I got your presents. I love them all, but my favorite is the book planner, thank you.

Aaron doesn’t even need to wait for more than five seconds, Chris is already typing.

From Chris: I’m so glad! I thought the planner would be too fluffy for you

To Chris: It’s refreshing, and the decoration doesn’t disturb the functionality of a planner. The colors are easy on the eyes. I’ll bring this everywhere I go.

Chris is typing... while he does, the picture of Chris is still on his screen and he can’t tear his eyes away from it. He sends a follow-up text before Chris can send his.

To Chris: Can I come over?

From Chris: !!!!!

From Chris: CAN YA???? WILL YA???

To Chris: Yes. We promise to meet up when I came back.

From Chris: Ajanschbvha come on over bby ;)

[serahsanguine]

Vacation Series Pt. 2. Halloween Surprises Ch, 1

This is the Frist Chapter of the Second book in a two-part series 

Book one. - pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6 

All chapters can be found Here on Ao3

This Chapter Rating; NC-17 NSFW

Tagging; @skullsmuldon @today-in-fic @baronessblixen @peacenik0

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Summary;  The Second Instalment for the Vacation Series. Filled With spooky storeys, vanity fairs and everything in between. Also to fill The October Spooky  Exchange the Prompt was Boo. 

P.s. Happy Halloween. Happy All Hallows Eve.

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               Chapter one; Day one - Arrival.

The lone Gunman had managed to wheel and deal their holiday outlet from the current tenants for two weeks over the Halloween period. Mulder and Scully had also managed to secure a two-week vacation from A.D Skinner for that exact same time frame. 

There had been some changes since the last time they went on vacation, the relationship had not only bloomed both in work but also out of it. They hadn’t told anyone but they weren't actually keeping it a secret either. Scully's mom Maggie had found out by accident when she walked in on both Mulder and Scully snuggled up naked wrapped in each other's embrace one weekday when they were meant to be at work. 

Maggie was annoyed at first and Scully was extremely embarrassed, but Maggie was happy for them and knew this was coming for a long while and was glad they finally got their act together. She wished she had known sooner but better late than never and from now on promised to either ring or knock before entering her daughter's apartment.

They had arrived a little over an hour ago and Scully got to unpacking their things and Mulder had gone outside to chop some wood for the fire. The Lone Gunman was not due for another day but had warned Mulder that due to it being winter the main electric supply could go out and there were two heavy-duty massive generators in the tool shed and plenty of gasoline. Mulder also noted there were oil candles and wood in the basement of the main house as well as food, water and anything else you would need in case the world came to an end. 

Scully had finished putting the last item into the wardrobe then she opened the windows in their bedroom and one in the upstairs hallway before wandering downstairs to open the windows down there as well trying to create a small breeze and let the fresh sea air fill the house. She wandered outside and stopped on the porch steps, Mulder had rid of his suit trousers and changed into jeans that fit comfortably on his hips. Sweat was dripping from his brow, his naked chest shimmering in the afternoon sun, it was cool but not overly cold. 

She watched as he swung the axe above is head throwing it down. The sound of the axe colliding with the wood as it split mixing with the crashing of the waves was tranquil to her. She smiled as his muscles tensed and relaxed with each swing he took. 

“I think we have enough for now.”

“Hi Scully, are you sure? I don’t want to be chopping again in a days time.”

“Mulder there was already three large piles by the house and you have been at this for over an hour and a half we will be fine.”

“But what if?”

She walked over to him the sand slipping through her toes and crunching under the soles of her feet. She stood in front of him, leaning up and placing her lips on his. His hand snaking around her waist bringing her body flat against his. His tongue invading her mouth he lifted her up, her toes no longer touching the ground. She pulled away and looked into his eyes. 

“Did I tell you, that you look beautiful today?” 

She giggled as he always had the ability to make her blush. She wasn’t wearing anything special just an old pair of blue jeans and one of Mulder’s jumpers that were overly baggy on her but it was just the way she liked it. Her hair fell down in soft waves around her face that were still covered in freckles from their summer vacation. This was his favourite look on her, it made her look young but still like his Scully,  sexy and beautiful.  

“Anyway, if our boys want wood they can chop it themselves.”

He smiled at the words ‘our boys’ and placed her back on the ground. 

“Yes, I suppose your right.”

“Never thought I would see the day where agent Fox Mulder agrees with me,” she said mockingly smiling the whole time. 

“You wound me.” 

They both laughed and walked back inside, she sat on the wicker loveseat with her book in front of her waiting for Mulder to snuggle in beside her.

Two hours later the sun had gone down and a chill set in so the windows were shut as were the doors. The blinds were closed and the curtains were drawn, a fire crackling in the background and the radio streamed 80's love ballads playing softly. Mulder had cooked them a smoked salmon with lemon and dill dressing on top of a small rice platter which had stuffed them both to the bone. They sat under Mulders' Navajo blanket he had brought with him talking about the next few days.

“Mulder we're meant to be relaxing and enjoying ourselves.”

“Yes we will, I promise but I have a few things lined up.” Her head resting against his chest, his heart beating into her ear and his arm wrapped around her body while his hand made small circles on her hip.

“Such as?”

“There is a vanity fair at the end of the week. Which the boys have been told by the locals is something fun to do even in this cold. The day after that is Halloween and was having a small get together with jack ‘o lanterns, spooky music and alcohol.”

“Sounds nice. But why is it whenever we come here there is a party involved?”

She burrowed into his chest, even more, feeling her shiver he wrapped the blanket around her tightly,  kissing the top of her head. 

“If it wasn’t for that last party we wouldn’t be sitting here now as a couple.”

“Hum, that's true.” she shivered again. 

“Scully are you feeling ok?” he sounded worried.

“I can’t seem to get warm.” She had learned to say I’m fine only made matters worse and made him worry more, plus with him being stubborn he would carry on pushing the subject until she gave him the answer. So it was best just to tell him how she felt outright instead of beating around the bush. 

“I have a cure for that.”

She pulled away and looked at him with the biggest mischievous smile on his face. 

“What might that be Mulder?”

Instead of saying any more words his lips touched hers his hands hooking under her legs and he cradled her to his body. He carried her upstairs not bothering to turn on any of the lights. He gently placed her on the bed. 

“Be right back.”

He walked to the drawer pulling out a few candles lighting them and setting them throughout the bedroom. The smell of jasmine filled the room, he slipped his t-shirt over his head before walking back to Scully. 

He lay beside her, their bodies barely touching but it felt like she was everywhere, her lips upon his, her fingers caressing his skin. Their tongues danced the tango as she pressed her body against his. Her dress scraping and tickling his skin, igniting a fire within him, his cock thick and hard and he could smell her arousal intense under her perfume which only made him worse. 

Her fingers danced on his chest, her lips working from his to down his clavicle and lingering across his pectoral muscles. She touched each nipple into her mouth licking, suckling and biting down hard. Before she worked down his stomach her face tickling the hairs making him flinch in pleasure. Her hands undoing the buttons with ease as she slid her hand under the hem of his jeans and the soft cotton of his boxers. 

She gripped him tightly and brought him out of his confines, thick, hard and hot inside her hand she brought her mouth to his tip swallowing him whole. 

“Jesus Christ Scully,” he sat forward his hands in her hair feeling the fine silky strands slip through his fingers. 

He sat back when he felt her tongue lick him from root to tip, watching with her beautiful blue eyes, lustful and dark.  His cock disappeared in her mouth, those full, pouty lips focusing on his crown, pulling up and down his shaft 

“I love this woman! How did you get so LUCKY?!” he thought as she hollowed her cheeks and began to suck hard.

“Scuuuuully I’m close”

She did something with her tongue and for at least three seconds or more, he was completely helpless, euphoric and vulnerable to her. He felt his balls swell and tighten as he erupted into her mouth his seed flowing hot down her throat. She swallowed every last drop and let him go with a pop. 

She looked at him and smirked at the pure look of ecstasy written on his face. He hooked his hands and brought her up to him. His lips upon hers his hands undoing the zipper on the dress and it slowly fell to her hips. His lips instantly locked onto her pink pebbled nipples suckling them, her body writhing under his touch. 

“Mmmm.. OH god…”

She was overly sensitive these last couple of weeks but it only highlighted the pleasure, his hand slipped to her folds as she raised her hips and his cock slipped within her tunnel. 

She arched her back and he thrust his hips, skin crashed against skin. The smell of sex, sweat and jasmine lingering in the air. Her oceanic eyes locking onto his hazel ones with the reflection of love, lust and pure bliss shown there. Her skin broke out in goosebumps and her walls clamped down, her body twisting in.  

“Mullllddder”

She saw stars and then everything went black as she fell into a deep slumber. Mulder wrapped a sheet around her naked form and took off his trousers and slipped around her spooning her, he heard her sigh in contentment and soon he slipped into sleep with her. 

[realmofextremepossibility]

Verboten

AU | Part 1/3 | PG - NC17

This was originally supposed to be an @xfpornbattle prompt, but of course, I never finished it. I’ve never really written anything multi-chapter before, so we’ll see how it goes.

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Naval Air Station North Island, San Diego, California

June 1981

The salt of the sea tangled in her wind mussed tresses. She scrunched her toes deeper into the sand as the surf lapped at her ankles, a siren call beckoning her back to its depths.

A pair of strong tanned arms swept around her suddenly from behind and pulled her firmly against the chest of their owner swaying them gently from side to side, her burst of surprised laughter breaking over the crash of the waves. Her eyes slid closed and lips upturned as his soft lips nuzzled their way from the freckled skin of her shoulder, across the fine bones of her clavicle and up the curve of her neck to her ear.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful, Dana”

He pressed a gentle kiss in that sensitive spot just beneath it before pulling it into to his mouth. His hands crept lower on her hips, long curious fingers edging beneath the suit line, dancing their way towards the thin strings holding the sides together. A gentle tug on her ear…a gentle tug on the strings…closer and closer…

The sound of a car crunching in the driveway gravel jolted her eyes open and her hand from her panties. She jumped up in a panic, quickly wiping her hand on the towel she had laid down.

She peered out the window, her pulse speeding up and another gush of arousal flooding her already sopping underwear.

Fuck. It’s him. He’s here.

Fox Mulder was 19, brilliant, and beautiful, the star of many a late night teenage fantasy beneath the sheets in her darkened bedroom. He was also the on-again, off-again boyfriend of her older sister, Melissa, the forbidden fruit of her lust at whom she was forever allowed to look but never touch.

His tall, lanky frame leaned unaffectedly on the hood of his beat up Jeep, the epitome of cool, hair swept back and aviators perched on his aquiline nose, entirely unaware of the flurry of teenage anxiousness he was causing two floors up.

Her heart rampaged in her chest as she moved from the window to root around in the top drawer of her dresser, flinging her oversized t-shirt over her head in the process.

Damnit, pull yourself together, Dana. You can do this. This is your chance.

Her hand finally landed on what she was looking for and she pulled out the tiniest black bikini she had ever seen, let alone owned. The push-up cups gave her just the right amount of cleavage without looking too risqué and Melissa had insisted she buy it after dragging her to the mall last weekend.

"You need to learn to live a little, Dana," she'd chided, as she shoved her into the fitting room with the scrap of material. "You look smokin' and there isn't going to be a boy in town that can keep his eyes off you!"

Ahab would freak if he knew she had bought something like that. She looked in to the mirror to settle her breasts just right in the top before tugging on the barely there high waisted gym shorts her mother had expressly told she was not to wear in public. “Hot pants” were entirely inappropriate for a captain’s daughter. Her heart picked up speed at the illicitness of it all. Maybe Missy was right, she did need to get out of her comfort zone. And she knew exactly whose eyes she wanted on her.

Melissa and Mulder had been a thing since they met their sophomore year of high school and had broken up and gotten back together more times than she could count. Dana had been just a lowly thirteen year old in junior high, forever in the shadow of her beautiful older sister, but Mulder never treated her that way.  

He was always kind, asking about school and her science classes, indulging her ramblings on Einstein and physics until Melissa pulled him away insisting she was boring him. He never seemed bored though. Bored people didn’t ask that many questions. Relevant questions at that. In a house where she was constantly talked over by Bill Jr. and Melissa, it was nice to have someone interested in what she had to say for once.

It was an innocent wish of a happy 14th birthday and kiss on the cheek that had changed everything. She'd stammered her thanks as her face flushed the color of her hair. Bill Jr. had teased her mercilessly for weeks afterwards. Her hand strayed to her cheek, certain she could still feel the gentle pressure of his soft lips on her skin, even three years later.

She smoothed her hair and leaned into the mirror, dabbing on just a hint of lip gloss and a few swipes of mascara, opting for the more natural look she knew Mulder preferred from one of the occasional eavesdropped conversations she had been privy to over the years.

Dana knew Melissa cared for Mulder, but she wasn’t the type of woman he needed. She was flighty and impulsive, and uninterested in settling down with one guy.

"Life is too short to tether one’s heartstrings to a single person so young, Dana," she'd once told her younger sister. "I want to follow my heart, be free to give and receive love."

What Mulder needed was someone stable and grounded. Someone to hold him when the nightmares about his sister woke him up crying and shivering in a cold sweat. He didn’t need someone to wave healing crystals over his head and babble about the deeper meanings of dreams and how they were the key to unlocking the subconscious.

Okay, so maybe she had eavesdropped more than just a few times. And Mulder’s bad dreams and beauty preferences weren’t the only thing she had “accidentally” overheard.

She’d heard him sneak in Melissa’s window one night, when they thought everyone else was asleep. Their shared bedroom wall was thin and hushed conversation quickly gave way to creaking springs. She could hear his muffled moans and felt an unexpected tingle down below.

She'd closed her eyes, imagining that she was the one making him make those noises. She hadn’t meant to, but she'd suddenly found her hand wandering lower of its own accord, pressing against the heat of her center. She'd quickly snatched her hand away, the nuns’ constant warnings about masturbation being the devil’s handiwork ringing in her head. But she couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt.

In that moment, her innocent crush had turned into a full-blown obsession.

Dana Scully was a good girl. She was obedient and polite and god fearing. The heady rush of doing something so bad and wrong and downright naughty was intoxicating, even better than the time she sneaked one of her mother’s cigarettes in the dark. It was too tempting to resist. Night after night, she listened for his voice through the walls, a pile of soiled panties growing beneath her bed until she was alone in the house to do her laundry.

She took a final look in the mirror with a pop of her glazed lips and light spritz of Jovan Musk on her pulse points. “Discover the power,” the TV commercial had declared, claiming to bring more men and women together than any other fragrance in history. In a world filled with blatant propositions, brash overtures, bold invitations and brazen proposals, she was going to get her share. Satisfied, she slung her beach bag over her shoulder and headed down the stairs.

She wasn’t one of those immature girls littering the pages of her notebooks with hearts and his name in a loopy cursive scrawl. Mrs. Fox Mulder. Not anymore anyway. No, she was a woman. A woman who was going to show him that she was more than Missy’s kid sister.

As she made her way down the front steps to the driveway, he was still sprawled, god-like, against his car, chewing on that much fantasized about bottom lip and pensively shucking sunflower seeds with his tongue, an errant lock of hair flopping into his eyes.

Dana's fingers twitched with the urge to brush it back and just slide her fingers through his hair, certain it was as soft as it looked.

Keep it cool, Dana. You got this. Shoulders back, stomach in, chest out. Cool, casual, breezy, confident.

She strutted towards him with a subtle sashay of the hips, her chin tipped with an air of disinterest.

Mulder lifted his sunglasses slightly to peer over the mirrored lens, his eyes flitting briefly over the newfound curves of her body that had bloomed since she’d last seen him. Dana felt her face flush with a streak of pride and bit her lip to keep from grinning, willing herself to keep her cool. She had only recently become accustomed to having this power over men, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t thrill her. For once, boys actually looked at her, instead of just Missy.

“Oh, hi Mulder,” she tossed out as casually and breezy as she could manage. He never let anyone call him Fox.

He pulled off the sunglasses, training the full force of his smile on her, the bright white glinting in the noonday sun. Her insides turned to mush and her knees went weak. He had no idea of his effect on her. It was entirely unfair.

“Hey, Dana!”

Just the sound of her name on his lips made her stomach flutter and crotch moisten again. She could listen to that throaty monotone for hours. She took a deep breath in a futile attempt to settle her nerves and prayed the thundering echo of her pulse wasn't audible outside her own ears.

"What are you doing here? Didn't Missy tell you she was going out of town for the weekend?"

“Oh…” Mulder murmured, his smile fading. He shook his head as if to clear it, suddenly looking like a lost puppy who couldn’t find his owner. “Yeah, I guess she did mention that. I must have forgotten. Sorry, I should go.”

He reached to put his sunglasses back on and turned towards the car.

“Wait!”

Mulder jumped, startled at the force of her tone and her sudden hand on his arm.

Perfect, Dana...that was absolutely chill, cool, calm, and collected. Fantastic.

“You should come with me to the beach,” she offered brightly, doing her best not to frighten him anymore than she already had. “It’ll be fun! Plus, I hear it rains a lot in England, so you should enjoy the California sunshine while you can.”

He smiles softly at her, his mood seeming to lift. “Yeah, okay. I'd like that.”

"I was planning on going down to Coronado -" she began, frantically stopping midway at his scrunched nose of displeasure."But if you have a better idea, I'm down for anywhere!"

Mulder chuckled and rested his hand against the exposed small of her back to guide her towards the Jeep, sending a rash of goosebumps across her skin.

“Actually, I think I do. Hop in, kid. I know just the place.”

[sportsnightnut]

this version of normal

Inspired by @megk18 's post found here, wherein Mulder determines that he wants their baby girl to be photographed in a pumpkin. I think this is an absolutely perfect headcanon, so I turned it into a lil’ fic. :)

Set post-S11, but there’s barely a raindrop of angst in here. Maybe two tiny drops, but it’s 99.8% fluff. So go ahead and call your dentist now if you haven’t recently, ’cause you’re probably going to need a good teeth cleaning after this.

Suggested listening: "Father and Daughter" by Paul Simon.

Tagging @i-gaze-at-scully , @frangipanidownunder ​, and @baronessblixen ​ :) Oh, and of course, @fictober.

They chose her name years ago, when one night, tipsy from red wine and drunk on each other, they planned out their future together. A future where bad things wouldn’t happen to them. Where they would live in a cute little house and be a cute little family and maybe try to find some semblance of normal for once, whatever that might mean for them.

Mulder poured them each another glass of wine and returned to his end of the couch; her feet quickly found their way back to the comfy spot on his lap.

As Scully swirled the dark red liquid around in her glass, she smiled at him. “What would we name her?”

And for some reason it had always been a her. Maybe because it was too painful to talk about it being a him. Maybe because this was all daydreaming anyway, planning for a future they weren’t sure would be possible.

“Caroline,” Mulder said almost immediately, the corners of his lips turning up into a smile. “It means strong. Like you. Like us.”

The days between that night and this one haven’t been as normal or as peaceful as they had hoped.

When she tells him the news, he says “That’s impossible,” and she says, “I know. I know it is. It’s more than impossible.”

But the way he holds her in the moments following, rests his chin on her head, uses his thumb to rub her back comfortingly, isn’t impossible or new or surprising. It’s just them, together. 

As partners. 

As they’ve always been. 

As they’ve always hoped to be.

Her hair has grown since the winter, lightened considerably by the sun so that it looks more strawberry blonde than dark red. Frizzy from the late summer humidity, it’s swept up into a messy ponytail.  She’s wearing her favorite black yoga pants, which are stretched out by her belly and covered by the oversized Yankees tank she wears on top. No bra, because it’s too hot and they’re too itchy and they all dig into her in the wrong places these days, and also because Mulder has whatever the opposite of complaints are about that.

Scully is bothered because it’s September and it’s still hot as hell outside. She loves Virginia and all its seasons, but these days, she’s feeling like summer has overstayed its welcome. She pads around the kitchen, grabs things from various cabinets and drawers, glances at her phone every few minutes to double-check the measurements. The dish just barely makes it into the oven before Mulder arrives to investigate.

Before he can say anything, Scully holds up her hand to stop him.

“I know it’s 86 degrees out with 79 percent humidity, but I’m sweaty and I want it to be fall so I’m making pumpkin bars. Okay?”

She’s defensive about pumpkin bars, and Mulder knows she would likely whack him with the crockpot lid she’s holding if he commented on how goddamn adorable she is right now, so he just nods. “I like pumpkin bars. What’s going in the crockpot?”

“Applesauce,” she confirms. Before she can ask, he’s secured the paring knife from the drawer to the right of the stove, and he holds his hand out for an apple.

“Applesauce sounds good,” Mulder says reassuringly. He places a soft kiss on her cheek which elicits a small smile.

She taps a few buttons on her phone and suddenly the Yankees - Red Sox playoff game is playing over the bluetooth speakers. Mulder looks over at her and wonders if it’s possible to be any more in love with a woman than he is with Dana Katherine Scully.

He decides midway through peeling the first apple that the answer to that question is no.

When it’s time, Scully is much calmer than he is. Mulder isn’t really surprised by this, considering that’s how it has been the entirety of their relationship (and the fact that she’s, you know, a doctor), but he is a little surprised at the sense of panic he feels.

“Hey. Hey,” Scully says quietly. She reaches over to place her hand on top of his. “I’m fine. She’s fine. The contractions aren’t that close together yet. We have plenty of time.”

Mulder nods, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles start to turn white. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there the first time.”

Scully pulls his right hand from the steering wheel so she can hold it tightly in her own. This isn’t the first time he’s said that, and she knows it won’t be the last.

“I know. But you’re here now.” She places a kiss on the back of Mulder’s hand and feels the pulse in his wrist begin to slow.

When Caroline Melissa Mulder is placed into her father’s arms, he is awestruck.

“Hi there,” Mulder murmurs, pressing his lips to her sweet, soft head. He had never quite decided on a nickname he’d like to call her; his family hadn’t been that kind of family, so there wasn’t anything that rolled naturally off his tongue.

But when he looks down at Caroline’s tiny chubby cheeks, her tiny green eyes, and the smattering of beautiful auburn hair on top of her tiny head, he knows right away what to call her.

“Hey, pumpkin.”

Caroline has been home with them for just barely a week, and Mulder is doing everything he can to make up for the fact that he wasn’t there the first time. So much so that Scully has to remind him that he may want to lay her down occasionally, lest her father's arms become the only place his little pumpkin can sleep.

He tries to fumble with an excuse, but she kisses him in the middle of a sentence as if to say “It’s okay. I understand. I’m glad you’re here.”

The October evening is cool but not cold, so Scully leaves the kitchen window open to let in a little fresh air. She lights the new candle they picked up at Trader Joe’s yesterday (vanilla pumpkin, naturally) and puts two squares of apple crisp into the oven. She finishes portioning the pot roast leftovers into their little glass containers, turns on the dishwasher, and gets The West Wing ready on Netflix before heading upstairs. (Caroline slept most of the way through the night last night, so Scully is hopeful that they can stay awake for at least one whole episode.)

She stops in the doorway of the nursery and smiles at the sight of her husband rocking their daughter, talking to her in hushed tones and humming a Paul Simon song to help her fall asleep.

Mulder isn’t immediately aware of Scully’s presence because he’s so focused on the little girl in his arms, but soon enough he looks up and sees her there, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, that same smile still brightening her face.

He places Caroline gently in the crib and dims the light fully, double-checking to make sure the baby monitor is on. He follows Scully downstairs with his hand on the small of her back, taking care to avoid the creaky step. Two empty bowls await them on the kitchen counter, ready to be filled with apple crisp and ice cream.

“So I have an idea for her newborn pictures,” Mulder starts as he pulls the warm apple crisp from the oven. Scully removes her head from the freezer, leaning over so he can take the carton of ice cream from her outstretched arm. “I saw a bunch of stuff on a website...Pinterest?”

Scully rolls her eyes. “You’ve gone down the internet rabbit hole. Next you’re going to tell me you started a board full of Thanksgiving recipes and Christmas cookies.”

“Maybe,” he answers with a wink. She chuckles as he passes the carton of ice cream back. “What would you think of putting her in an actual pumpkin? I dunno, it’s probably too much, but I saw this one where there was a blanket draped over the pumpkin and the baby was sleepy and she had a little bow on and…” Mulder trails off as he pulls his phone from the back pocket of his jeans to show her the photo he’d saved.

Scully smiles as she wraps her arms around him, her cheek resting comfortably against his soft sweater. “I think putting our pumpkin in a pumpkin might be the most precious idea I’ve ever heard.”

They like this version of normal.

[nostalgicphile]

Did you think the Conversation on the Fox lot was a teeny bit awkward? I wasn't feeling it.

It was definitely awkward...though not necessarily strained? The questions were clearly prepared for them - which I understand likely had to be done in the interest of time, but they are better when they come up with their own stuff like at IBG (mind you, those were also very different David/Gillian times).

I can’t quite put my finger on it, but the interview lacked the profoundness I was looking for but wasn’t quite light enough to be just shooting the shit and goofy. I mean, I loved when Gillian did her Scully expressions but David was weird about her reference to eye-rolling. I thought it was bullshit that David took offense to the age qualifier because look: ya old, dude. Plus, Gillian has lived with qualifiers her whole life (e.g., she is beautiful though petite; hot though her boobs aren’t like Pamela Anderson’s). 

On a side note, I really enjoyed their conversation about the handcuffs because it was the PERFECT opportunity for a Duchovny-esque analogy. Listen to what they said: on paper, it sounded kind of cool. Being handcuffed together, working together to take down the bad guy. But then they were actually handcuffed together, it hurt them. It hurt them so much, it gives Gillian physical pain to even talk about it. Being cuffed together actually drew blood.

Is there any better analogy to describe so much of the David/Gillian dynamic over the years? ;)