#fun fact this was actually two separate fics - the beginning and the end were seperate from the smut

[freckleslikestars]

just another sunday in may

Mulder distracts Scully on Mother’s Day

Dedicated to everyone who has a difficult relationship with their mother, or with motherhood, or both. ily <3

1775 words, read here on AO3, there be smut ahead

Just another Sunday in May, they told themselves as they woke one another with wandering hands and sleep-warm kisses. There was no specific reason she always booked the three days before and after this weekend off work, not one that was ever voiced. Just another Sunday in May.

He made pancakes, like any other Sunday, and she avoided church, unlike any other Sunday.

They did chores together, putting more effort into making a game out of everything than they usually would; tag-teaming the laundry, beating out the rugs on the porch together. Anything to keep the laughter that was driving away the darker thoughts.

Around noon, the sun grew too hot to bear, unseasonably hot, and housework was exchanged for reading on the sofa under the sputtering of the fan that had travelled from shitty motel to shitty motel with them when the guarantee of working AC had been little more than a dream. They drew the blinds and in the dim they each relished in the static of the crackly transistor that sat on the bookshelf, both well aware that neither was processing the words they were reading. Not just another Sunday in May.

The radio was turned off after half an hour, the afternoon DJ cheerfully fielding calls from local families, everyone with a story; a message for someone special.

He left the room after that, the silence just as oppressive as the heat, and after checking the clock took up his post by the phone in the kitchen, answering it on its first ring, lied under his breath to Mrs Scully, his well-rehearsed ‘Dana’s out this afternoon, I’ll have her call you back tomorrow.’ She needed no more guilt today.

He puttered about; fed the chickens, chopped vegetables ready for the salad they’d have for dinner, checking back to see her staring at the same page she’d been on when he left. She needed this time, though. It was only ever worse when she didn’t have some time to herself.

‘It’s cooled down a little,’ his voice murmured in her ear as his hands landed on her shoulders, thumbs digging into the tense muscles, ‘should be cool enough to wash the car.’

‘Want help?’ she tilted her face up from the journal she was staring at to look at him. He’d taken his t-shirt off at some point during the day, and she reached behind her to pat his bare chest, comb her fingers through the scrub of hair there.

‘Always,’ he grinned, pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Sponges, soapy water and hosepipe on hand, they made their way outside, barefoot down their creaky steps to the dry, prickly grass.

The sun had been beaming down on the car all day, heating it up. The first two sprays of water that hit dried within seconds. The third took a little longer, and the fourth soaking had droplets staying.

She chucked one of the soapy sponges over at him and they got to work, starting at the windscreen and working their way around the opposite sides to the rear. Half an hour of scrubbing and they met at the back.

A dab of soap on her nose and the tension broke; they were breaking down in cackles, leaning into one another despite the lingering heat of the day. This, too, was needed.

‘Mulder...’ she purred, fingers hooking into the belt loops of his shorts; pulling him closer and bumping her soapy nose into his.

‘Hey,’ he grinned, soapy hands tugging at the light blue tank top she was wearing, sodden in places, ‘is this new?’

‘No,’ she giggled, licking her lips.

‘Huh. Looks good.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah, though, it would look better upstairs, on the bedroom floor.’

She snorted, shook her head, ‘that’s a terrible line.’

‘But did it work?’

‘You’ll have to wait and see,’ she muttered, taking his sponge and dropping them both in the bucket whilst he picked up the hosepipe and started washing the suds off the car. Glinting in the sunlight, shiny like new.

He sent her a wicked grin before flicking the spray of water up towards her, ‘oops.’

Cold water soaked through her top and shorts, coercing a squeal as she darted out of the way, ‘Oops? Oops?!’ she ran over to him with a laugh, wrestling the hose from his hand and aiming it towards him, chasing him around the yard.

‘Gotcha,’ his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up and pressing his lips against hers. The hose fell from her grasp, twisting snakelike until it settled, her hands gravitating to rake through his hair, tug at the damp strands.

‘Hi,’ she grinned, bit her bottom lip.

‘Hi,’ a kiss on her nose, another on her cheek, her brow, her jaw, her mole. Then, finally, her lips parted under his, soft and supple and sweet. ‘We should get you out of those wet clothes.’

‘Oh yeah?’ she looked down at her now-translucent top, the way it clung to her breasts.

‘Yeah,’ he murmured into her collarbone as his fingers started tugging on the button of her shorts, her hands gravitating to the fly of his.

‘Well if mine are coming off, so should yours.’

‘Tit for tat, only fair,’ a smirk, a thumb brushing across a hard nipple pebbling through her wet t-shirt.

‘Oh, I wouldn’t call what you have to offer tat,’ she nipped at his ear as her hands roamed, nails scratching at the skin under his waistband, slipping into his boxers to play across his ass cheeks, pulling him in closer to her, bracketing his thighs with her own.

‘Why thank you,’ he hooked a finger over the top of her tank top, gave her a wicked smirk before tugging it down below her breasts, ‘whoops.’

‘Whoops? You seem to be making a lot of mistakes today, Mulder? Do you need your head checking?’

‘You’ve known me long enough to know I always need my head checking,’ he ducked his head, darted his tongue out to lash at her nipple as she raked her fingers through his hair, scratching affectionately at his scalp.

‘Oh, I wouldn’t say always. Just most of the time.’

‘Uh-huh. And what’s your verdict, Doctor Scully?’

She snapped the elastic of his boxers against his hips, ‘that you’re talking too much,’ a necessary distraction, she knew, for her benefit. And despite her words, she didn’t mind one bit. ‘Off,’ she tugged at his underwear again, pulling back from him so she had enough range of motion to guide them down over his swollen shaft. He took the moment away from her to nudge her cut-offs down, leering at her when she leant back on her hands and arched her back to help. She jolted as the tender flesh of her bare ass met with the hot surface of the car and he only laughed harder when she stuck her middle finger up at him for chortling.

Her legs twined themselves around his hips, drawing him in, and he enjoyed the sound of her giggles as he danced his tongue lightly around her ear, causing her to squirm and squeal. It took barely three strokes of his cock up and down her slit for her wetness to coat him and he moaned at their mutual need and desire, sighing as she gasped when he entered her. It was his goal to keep her distracted, keep her happy, and laughter was on the menu, so the moment he suspected she’d withdrawn into her introspection – the moment he saw the thought that she should not be enjoying herself cross her face – he brought out the jokes, ‘Hey, Scully?’

‘Hm?’ she shifted her hips slightly as he started rocking into her.

‘How d’you make a pool table laugh?’

The corner of her mouth twitched and he grinned pre-emptively, ‘I dunno, Mulder, how do you make a pool table laugh?’

‘Tickle its balls.’

‘Oh, my God! That’s terrible, Mulder,’ she couldn’t help but laugh at how bad it was, shaking her head.

‘What did the sign on the door of the out-of-business brothel say?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Beat it, we’re closed.’ She snorted, her body quaking as she tried to suppress her mirth. ‘There’s more where that came from,’ her pussy clenched around him and he grunted, trying to keep his pace even.

‘Oh, god. Go on, then.’

‘What’s long and hard and full of seamen?’

She grinned, ‘oh, I know this one: a submarine.’

He gave her a smirk and rolled his eyes, ‘actually, my cock.’

‘Oh yeah?’ she bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back her echoing smile, ‘well, why don’t you put it to use then?’

‘Oh, you wound me, Scully!’ he clutched at his chest and she roiled with laughter. He waited for her to calm, her breaths still coming in stuttered gasps, before he moved one of his hands from where it rested on her thigh to the juncture between her legs, swiping at the moisture that was pooling and dragging it up to her clit. He circled the bead of nerves quickly and she gasped for a different reason, her hips picking up a rolling rhythm to meet his. His other hand played at grazing all the soft parts he knew were ticklish, his mouth joining in the game as she trembled around his shaft, moaning now into the open air.

It didn’t take long to bring her to her crest – it rarely did when her emotions were simmering just below the surface – and he chased his release into her, chanting her name mixed with declarations of love as he came.

She sagged in his arms, tucked her head under his chin and clung tightly to him, humming softly as he hoisted her into his arms and carried her into the house to clean up. He’d rewash the car tomorrow.

After, they gathered blankets and cushions from inside, lay them out on a dry patch of grass. Mulder tossed the salad he’d prepped earlier whilst Scully grabbed the bottle of Jack from the top shelf of the cupboard under the stairs, foregoing the glasses in favour of drinking straight from the dusty bottle.

They ate and drank under the setting sun, and when the stars emerged and the bottle was half gone, she whispered a quiet ‘are you disappointed in me?’

‘Never,’ he whispered back, just as quietly, so as to not disturb the night around them.

‘I don’t deserve you.’

‘You deserve everything, Scully, and more.’

She kissed him, earnest and soft and salty with tears. He loved her. He wasn’t disappointed in her. It was just another Sunday in May.

Tagging @today-in-fic

[lunar-lair]

Uh,,ok so like,,,,,,,I had this? Idea? And I just wanted to know what people thought of it before I actually wrote it, so uh. Yeah

(Sidenote, this is basically an outline/bulletfic? Like it's Mostly fleshed out in terms of concept but that doesn't mean it's a full Fic yknow? I plan on...hopefully, eventually...writing this Fully. I just wanted to get input on just how off base my characterization is and shit...hehe. Also my excuse for any weird writing is that I wrote this in the bath and I was trying to go Fast so my water wouldn't get cold. Anyways notes over bye)

Named 'Cleaved Apart, Cleaved Together': abt The Split and how the two were separated (physically AND emotionally) and then how they bond again after Remus is accepted and the boys like,,,,,,accept each other as Bros again

At first I was thinking No Fusion but also like,,,I really like the idea of them fusing again on accident when they're really super happy or in sync

So after a Lot of bonding-chilling in the Imagination, just fucking around with each other, and even talking thru shit together-they finally manage it.

They were just in the common room with all the other sides, maybe setting up for a movie night or something?

They came rushing down the stairs, talking frantically together about a new idea they had while pushing each other lightly with every silly tease and making jokes about old shenanigans that only they could really understand

(Patton and Janus could remember days before The Split, when the two were one.

Janus could still remember them shouting not to be seperated.

Patton still hated the fact that it was basically his decision to keep them apart.

Thank the Lord they were close again.)

The two finally stepped into their usual spot in front of the tv, chatting with each other and the others

Eventually, they ended up talking about some stuff they'd made together. Some plans they'd been making together. They finally told a joke at the same time that got them falling over each other laughing,

And then it happened.

There was a flash of light and then-and then-

It wasn't King. It wasn't Creativity, the original.

But it was them.

Patton and Janus only sat there, teary eyed with dropped jaws, and Virgil and Logan began questioning what the FUCK was up, how are two sides fusing-?

And Roman and Remus sat there, tearing up before laughing a moment. 

"Roman."

"Remus."

Two almost-different voices right after one another, happier than any of them had ever heard them.

"We need to talk about this separately though, hm?" Roman, with a laugh.

"Yeah."

Another flash and he was gone, replaced by the brothers again who shook their heads, in a bit of disarray.

"Was that ok?" They asked at the same time, staring at each other.

"We don't have to be him anymore...I mean, we're our own people now Remus."

"Yeah, but that was FUN!" Remus replied, throwing his arms around Roman.

Roman laughed. "Then maybe every now and then?"

And Remus just laughed back. "Why the Hell not!"

They finally turned at the sound of a sniffle.

Janus was crying, and Patton wasn't really much better. Logan and Virgil seemed bewildered, though Logan a little less so.

"Janus? Patton? I understand you remember original Creativity more vividly than we do, but I do not understand what elicited sadness. Are you alright?"

Janus gave a watery laugh, wiping away some tears. "God, I couldn't be better."

Remus and Roman stopped, their smiles finally dropping. Roman reached forward, arm just a few inches in front of Janus. "Did we...do something wrong?"

Janus smiled again and shook his head, tugging on Roman's arm. "Come here you dork."

Patton pulled Remus in along with them and they all ended up in a little cuddle pile, Logan and Virgil joining in too, on the outside, bc Bitch, We're Worried Too.

Remus looked up at them, just Confused. "Then what's up??"

Janus and Patton's smiles dimmed a bit, and Janus began with a sad smile; "It's...simply a long story."

"That long story short, though, uh…" Patton continued, rubbing a hand on his neck nervously. "Wellll...the Split was really scary…"

Janus chuckled. "Exactly. Imagine the friend you've known since you were born splitting into two all of a sudden with ear-ringing screams to match."

"And then, after that…"

"You...decided to split those sides of him...just because one wasn't as perfect as the other."

Patton looked down and held Remus a little tighter. "...that was...mostly my decision."

Janus gave him a Look that simply meant 'we've talked abt that Way too much dude' and moved on. "But either way...it was...well…"

"Neither of you remember it, but...you...didn't want to be split."

Janus smiled again, sweet as honey. "And even after all we did...you two still managed to stick together."

"And even if the person you make now wasn't who he used to be-and it shouldn't be, really-it was like…"

"...seeing two...old friends you used to know meeting again."

"Or seeing two pieces of a whole come together again to make something even more than what they started with."

Janus teared up a little again, gripping them a little tighter. "It's so great to see you two whole again."

Remus and Roman had memory upon memory of feeling...empty. Like there was a piece missing of them. Like nothing they made was quite right. And since they had started to bridge their gap, they'd finally felt that emptiness filling up.

Janus and Patton could remember so, so many times where the two of them had missed their brother, where they told them something wasn't right-especially in the beginning.

Even Logan had memories of trying to figure it out with Roman.

Virgil remembered plenty of days where Remus just seemed off, but couldn't explain what was wrong, and...no matter how little Virgil understood, he would sit with him and try to ward it off anyways.

Remus and Roman laughed, eyes teary, and locked hands between them all.

"Yeah.

We're glad too."

And now for my myriad of Notes:

I was actually thinking of just some kind of melding shit for the fusion bc I thought it would be Cool but then I realized it was Thomas' brain so it'd probably look like the shit from SU. Big F :///

Sorry for any inconsistencies, I was giving .2 shits at the time and also In The Tub, so

Me, a bitch who has siblings but isn't very close to them emotionally: *shaking my phone wildly* hoW THE FU CK DO I WRITE BRO THERS INTERACTING S O F T L Y-

I'm Certainly planning on more stuff coming from Virgil and Logan, we can't leave them out

I'm Aware that 80% of this isn't canon, but,,,,last I checked we didn't really care here? So??

For the scene after Roman and Remus defuse, I'm honestly thinking more of smth where the two go to one of their rooms and talk it out and THEN go back to the commons to check on The Boys and o h sh it why are Janus and Patton crying-

Answer: they thought they'd fucked everything up for them but they didN'T! FUCK YEA!!!

Idk how to explain,,,Why they're emotional abt this actually

Like...idk. Um...they both care for both of them and didn't want them to be separated Permanently bc they Knew they didn't feel right w/out each other?

Ok that works

Anyways but uh

Then Logan and Virgil get to ask some questions and THEN we get to the part where Janus and Patton explain why they are In Tears

Also Logan wasn't as old as Pat and Jan when Creativity split, so he doesn't really...remember it

Virgil was probably Very New tbh

The opening scene is ABSO LUT ELY going to Extremely metaphorical and sad and like 'two pieces of a whole cleaved apart' yknow

Gotta make angst to make that fluff!!

Also don't ask me why Janus falls apart Even Harder than Patton does here man, I think he's just On The Mind and I'll make our dad friend more emotional in Post, I Promise

Also pls hmu if the shit I've managed to put here so far is So Out There it's Impossible, I've written Janus one (1) time and I have written Remus zero (0) times ok

Also Remus and Roman don't...really remember much of the split. They remember feeling whole and then empty and whole again, and they have some of OG Creativity's memories, but the Split and moments following are...Foggy. Rightfully so, aswell, tbh.

Also how I imagine it going is like,,,,the boys are split, they hang out for a bit, and then they're taken by their respective Parent(ish) and are taught Entirely Differently and therefore grow to dislike each other!!!!!!!

patton has oh so much to regret.

They could've been Brothers...

Oh my God they could've been Br ot her s...............

Patton and Janus at 3 am crying over the fact they separated the boys at the Split be like:

Anyways!! My whole point is that Hopefully any problems will be Fixed when I actually write it but I just wanted to get the concept out there and uh,,,,,,yeah

Anyways uh *shuts my door* yea that's that,,,thanks for coming to my ramblings ig

(I'm so sorry I can't put a read more, I'm on mobile,,,)