#gentle love prompt

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #578

"But you're sad, and I don't want you to be sad,"

"Oh, baby, I know you don't, but being sad isn't always a bad thing; it's good to let your emotions out because if you don't, you'll start to feel icky,"

[distort-t]

SHY AFFECTION PROMPTS—

Walking side by side, the back of their fingers brushing—too shy to initiate hand-holding.

Teasing the tips of person B’s hair between their fingers, watching their fingers, unable to meet B’s gaze.

Subtle acts of service: opening a door for them, covering cornered edges when the other bends down to pick something up, purchasing something of the other’s interest.

”You look—uh, good. You look good.” Stammering, trying to appear confident when complimenting the other. Cue the throat clearing and avoidance of eye-contact.

Hesitant smiles and blushy cheeks.

Person A about to say something before thinking against it and closing their mouth.

Agonising slow-paced romance.

Person B sticking by person A’s side while they’re sick and stuck to bed rest, despite A’s warning of getting them sick too.

Thoughtful picnic dates.

Almost confessions.

”I care about you, and I want the best for you.”

Friends to lovers.

Looking for each other in social settings.

“You mean more to me than that.”

”Come on, we’re friends.” “Are we really?”

Angsty confessions after built up feelings being hidden.

Everyone can see it but them.

“We’re just friends!” “With how B is looking at you now? I don’t think you’re just friends.”

Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life.

B learning about A’s body insecurities and finding that it’s their favourite part of them.

Love-fuelled kisses under whispering nights.

So deeply in love that it almost makes their friends uncomfortable to witness.

Feathery forehead kisses.

Neither of them raise their voice—a love so gentle and kind that it makes your teeth rot.

Either one has social anxiety and the other orders for them at cafes and restaurants, or both of them do and one disregards their own anxiety and steps up.

Late nights cuddled up and quiet giggles.

”You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

”I want our kids to have your eyes.”

Inside jokes that literally no one understands.

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ SUBTLE LOVE ~ WRITING PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: hi!! idk if this has been req before but do u have prompts for subtle love? it will take some time for u to realise that their actions are somth u do out of love. thank u!

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1 (kinda): ~ GENTLE LOVE ~ PROMPTS

listening attentively when the other is talking

taking the other into consideration whenever making a decision

smiling at the other to encourage them

taking over the other's tasks to disburden them

the last thing they're thinking about before falling asleep is always the other

sitting back and staying quiet to leave the stage for the other

giving the other their space, knowing they need it

enjoying the sound of the other's voice

distracting the other when they see they're distressed and close to freaking out

trying to learn every way to put a smile on the other's face

experiencing this strange feeling in their chest when the other comes to them for support and a word of kindness

"You can call me. Day or night. I'm there for you."

enjoying the most basic time spent together just sitting next to each other, each doing their own

hyping the other up

being their biggest cheerleader

checking up on the other regularly when they know they're not feeling their best

thinking about the other at the most random times

'Oh, this coffee has such nice latte art! I wonder if [person B] would like it.'

'Oh, there's a new movie showing in the cinema about an ice skater. [Person B] once did ice skating. Would they like this movie? Or are they even better at ice skating than the ones in the movie? I'm sure they're the best ice skater!'

stopping themselves from messaging the other too often

sharing their food with the other

always making another coffee/tea when they're making one for themselves because sharing is caring

smiling by instinct when they see the other

^ breaking into a grin and being unable to stop it

sending the other little notes of encouragement to show that they're thinking of them

"You're doing just fine. I know you've got this."

promising to catch up, even when there is no time at the moment, they're making sure it doesn't go under

"Wanna talk about it later? I will make time."

making the other a priority

giving their honest opinion when it's asked

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a living weapon whumpee only takes orders from ONE person. They’ve been conditioned to ignore everyone else’s orders. This means that after rescue, the team can barely get whumpee to drink or allow them bandage their injuries. One of the teammates manages to imitate whumpee’s handler by deepening their voice.

They stay out of whumpee’s line of sight, standing behind their hospital bed. “Drink this,” they snap, hating how they have to command this broad-shouldered ghost of a person. Without their armor, without their mask, whumpee looks like a wraith. There’s nothing behind their eyes. They play with the hospital blanket with twitching hands that have strangled and maimed.

When whumpee hears the order they stiffen to attention and take the cup offered with those still-shaking hands. But the cup slips through their fingers and lands in a puddle on the tiles.

They immediately tense up, shoulder blades flung so far back they touch. Their breathing quickens, waiting.

But nothing happens.

They give whumpee a new glass of cold water. This time, they lift the cup to whumpee’s lips and hold it steady, with one hand behind their head for support.

[pastafossa]

"Don't Let Go" (Michael Kinsella x F!Reader, Fic)

Time for Day Six of the Tuna-Tober prompt challenge! I chose the angst prompt, "Shh, I've got you now. I'm here." with Michael Kinsella! I originally planned to use all three prompts (the above plus 'love bites' and 'spread your legs for me') but this one just sorta worked beautifully focusing on the angst prompt alone, despite my plan. May come back and do a sequel with the other two prompts eventually. You can see the rest of the prompts I've chosen here if you'd like to know what's coming this month from me. Also, if you'd like notifications when I post a new story, drabble, or chapter, you can follow my sideblog @pastaxandria and set it for notifications! And off we go!

Ship: Michael Kinsella x F!Reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings for this chapter: angst, blood, injury care, mention of reader briefly held hostage, language, mention of domestic violence, some shouting and breaking things (Michael is very angry here, just not at you).

His hands shaking, Michael cleaned you up in the bathroom.

You weren’t sure if that tremor was due to fear, or… or exhaustion, maybe. He probably hadn’t gotten much sleep the past two nights while you’d been missing, held captive in an abandoned building by a group of men who’d been looking to blackmail the Kinsella family. It hadn’t worked out well for them based on the dead bodies you’d seen when Michael had grimly carried you out past his brothers, his hands stained heavily with blood and smelling of fresh gunpowder. 

It was those hands—the very same hands that had so recently dealt out death and destruction—that now tended gently to your wounds. With barely a word save a soothing murmur whenever you winced, he washed away the crusted grime and dried blood from your body in the shower before settling you down on the side of the porcelain tub. Once you were comfortable, he set about cleaning out and bandaging the bloody cuts on your hands and face, the torn skin on your wrists left by the handcuffs, and the burns along your forearm from the cigarettes one man had decided to put out against your skin when you’d spat in his face.

With every injury Michael cared for, however, the more his hands shook, his breathing growing sharper, hissing out from between his clenched teeth. 

No. This wasn’t fear or exhaustion making his hands shake, you realized. This was… 

He rose from where he’d been kneeling in front of you. He stared down at you for a moment with those dark eyes of his, taking all of you in for the first time since bringing you back home—taking in every last swollen bruise and vicious cut, every bandage and mark of pain left behind by those who had wanted to harm his family by using you against him.

…This was rage.

He snatched up the first aid kit, turned, and hurled it with a furious scream. It shattered against the wall in the hall, its impact leaving a crumbling hole in the drywall. Gauze and ointment, bottles of pills and splinters of plastic scattered left and right.

“Michael,” you said weakly. “I’m ok now.”

It was as if he hadn’t even heard you. “I’m goin’ ta find the rest of ‘em and kill 'em for this!” he snarled savagely, his accent even thicker in his fury. Gone was the gentle lilt, the familiar softness he always seemed to gain in his voice when he spoke to you or about you. Now he was every inch the dangerous Kinsella that so many feared, though not you. Never you. Even now you weren’t afraid, despite the way he whirled and paced wildly in front of you, as if looking for the very same ones who’d so recently hurt you. This was rage in your defense, and that made all the difference. 

“Michael—”

“They think I can’t find ‘em?” he spat. “They really think I can’t? I’ll hunt down every last fuckin’ one’a them filthy little cunts fer puttin’ their hands on ya! By the time I’m done wit’ em, there won’t be enough’a their fuckin’ bodies left for their mams to bloody bury!”

This time it was the drinking glass on the counter that paid the price. It flew out into the hall to shatter violently against the wall just beside the mark left by the first aid kit. Glittering shards of glass, some pieces still damp, joined the rest of the debris on the floor.  

“Michael.” You heaved yourself upright on shaky legs, wobbly as a newborn fawn. And it hurt, it hurt to move, cuts tugging, body aching. You tried to blink the dampness away in your eyes, not now, come on. “It’s alright—” “Don’t tell me it’s alright when they hurt ya!” he roared. But the moment he swung back around to face you and saw you on your feet, he spat out a curse. He stormed across the bathroom before you could take more than a step. “Daft woman, sit your arse back down before ya fall over!”

One hand still braced against the wall, you lifted your other arm quickly towards him. He lurched to a stop before he could touch you, an expression of horror twisting across his face, all furrowed brow and parted lips. Only then did you realize what that must have looked like to him—your arm held up to fend him off, trying to stop him from coming towards you, tears in your eyes as if you were… as if you were terrified of him and what he had been doing. 

Gone in a breath was the rage, the fury, replaced by a gutted, heartbroken grief. If you hadn’t known any better, you’d have said he was about to cry, too. “Ya didn’t think I was goin’ to…” he whispered, swallowing hard and taking a cautious step back. “I… I swear, pet, I would never—” 

“God, no, Mikey. I know you weren’t going to hit me,” you croaked, trying to put your arm out again in a more welcoming way, and if your breath started to hitch, tears now beginning to roll down your cheeks despite your best efforts, well, surely you were entitled to that, because it had been a horrible few days and the longer you stood here, the more you began to shiver and hurt. It had only been a few minutes since you’d been in his arms, but your body clearly wasn’t ready yet for even that much separation. Emotion welled up inside you like a dark wave, endless, bottomless. You were terrified you’d drown beneath it without him to help you keep your head above water. “I was trying to… could you come over here and… and hold me? I just need…”

He caught you just as the first choked sob tore its way out of your throat, the strength of the sound so violent, so raw it almost frightened you. One of his arms quickly wound around your waist, pulling you in against the comforting, familiar warmth and strength of his chest. His other hand rose to gently cradle the back of your head, bringing your head down so you could bury it against his neck. He rumbled low, soothing notes into your ear, tender words of comfort as you desperately tried to breathe in the scent of whiskey and leather, gun oil and rain between your heaving breaths and broken sobs.

“There ya go. Shh, I’ve got ya now, pet,” he whispered, laying his cheek against your hair. He shifted the two of you carefully across the floor until he could ease himself down on top of the toilet seat, pulling you slowly into his lap. You went without a fight, clinging to him, the fabric of his shirt held tight between your fists as if it were your lifeline. “I’ve got ya now. Let it all out. I’m here, darlin’. Yer safe with me.” 

“Don’t let go,” you choked out, “Please.” “Never. I promise.”

[echoingalaxies]

Caretaker and Whumpee had a bad fight and are not speaking to each other, but it doesn't mean Caretaker will stop looking after Whumpee. Yes, they're still upset, but they're still bringing Whumpee dinner to bed when they're not able to dine at the table. They'll still help them get dressed and give them their medicine. They'll still wake them up from nightmares.

Because things will resolve, and they're going to be okay, and Caretaker suspects this is Whumpee testing them; saying hurtful things on purpose, seeing what it takes for Caretaker to give up and leave, to let Whumpee down like everyone else in their life has.

Caretaker is determined to show them that that's never going to happen.

[yyawnjun]

hii can ask for 4) the act of drying your hair for jiung? i feel like he would be so soft with handling your hair ><

HOW SWEET. YES.

jiung drying your hair. I picture him trying SO HARD to be gentle and really attentive. he first gave you a towel to dry most of the water, and then he let you sit on a chair in front of the mirror in the bathroom. so you are now able to watch him as he starts the hairdryer. SO DELICATE, you could barely feel his hands while moving your hair, and SO careful >_< like when he's focusing on you ONLY. him with his face slightly wrinkled, and his eyes full of sparkles as he moves the dryer on your hair. I also think he's very calm because he wants to make sure you get out of there all dry. his heart WARMING when he sees you yawn, and he notices your gaze lost as you let him dry your hair ASAAAASDS. he also would love to tease you, like moving your hair in front of your face just to see your reaction and to make you LOOK at him while he's doing it for you. maybe he'd even move in front of you, like "hey ur man is here! look how good I'm doing!". i can also see him actually liking it. he'd feel so seen/recognized (?) bc how much you are comfortable with him and vice-versa

prompts ; event m.list

[entomolog-t]

Third promptober promt, Cozy!

Aedes fell asleep mid-feeding- something about being cradled in a warm hand is rather... comforting.

[drpenpusher]

“Slap me, cuss at me, scream at me, push me, ruin me, despise me, disgrace me, but please come to me.”

-Dr.pen_pusher

[androdragynous]

thinking about how my one cat learned that her claws hurt so she only cuddles when I have a blanket she can knead + is very very careful to keep her paws still when she touches my skin instead... I love her

[seaside-writings]

Prompt #574

"So this is love,"

[peaceoutofthepieces]

hi!! it's the kevjean anon again. i have to say that i looove the way you write them and also i'm STARVING from the lack of kevjean content lately so i'd like to request one more thing if that's ok :) now this may be more challenging but would you consider writing these two with 5 (romantic kiss) from the kiss prompts? i'm fully aware that they probably could never have a healthy relationship in canon after everything, but i'm delusional and i love them and i also need to see them heal together :( once again thank you and have a wonderful day!

i thought we might want a kiss, but was unsure for the last prompt, so thank you for entrusting me and coming back!

i have always been a jerejean truther at heart on the romance front, but i see the vision. and just for you dear anon, i'll do my best

5. Romantic (Tender) Kiss

Jean is no stranger to darkness. The Nest had taught him why the darkness is to be feared, but that it cannot be ignored—only endured. It's impossible to avoid entirely, so one does what one can to survive it. Most will seek out a source of light, and cling to it. The scariest nights, after all, are those without stars.

Jean had known, from the beginning, that Kevin Day was always supposed to be a star. The number on his cheek meant nothing. In Jean's eyes, as in so many others, Kevin outshone all his surroundings. Even in the darkest hour, his light remained, a twinkling spark, indestructible and guiding. Darkness followed Jean like a shadow, covered him like a blanket, and should have swallowed him whole and snuffed him out long ago.

But the brightest star had shone its light on him, and he had endured.

But a star was not meant to be touched; a star could not belong to a person. It followed its own trajectory, and it burned if it came too close. Stars only shone from afar, and were only meant to be admired as such. Jean should have known he could not hold onto one for long.

Still, no one could ignore the sudden absence of a light in the sky. Anyone would feel its effects, and would shrink under the growing darkness.

This is what Jean told himself; this is how Jean endured.

At first, he felt robbed. Surely, a star that had been snuffed out would be easier to hold onto. Then, he felt comforted, to see that Kevin had not been—that he shone as brightly as ever, if not brighter. He had been made all the more untouchable, and then, Jean found acceptance. A star never shone for only one person; like everything else in the universe, it drifted.

But like everything else in the universe, stars eventually cycle back to where they began.

Jean had not expected his star to return, but it does.

And slowly, light flickers back into Jean's life.

Slowly, Kevin comes back around, and when the distance between them closes again, Jean burns anew.

This time, he does not have to worry about holding on; Kevin takes hold of him, and brings Jean into his orbit himself.

Now, in the dark, light draws closer to Jean than ever, and he can not bring himself to feel afraid.

Kevin's weight next to his is a comfort—another thing Jean did not expect, but does not wish to question. He takes what he is given greedily, without resistance, as if he himself is the darkness, endless and endlessly waiting for a flicker of light to give him some spark of life. And what better to light him up than this star, endlessly shining?

"What are you thinking of?" Kevin asks him, in gentle, perfect French, his gentle, perfect touch lighting on Jean's temple.

"You," Jean answers, truthful and unashamed, "as always."

Once, that might have made Kevin worry; once, that would have held the beginnings of a fight, the spark all in Jean's tone, ready to blow them to pieces once set alight. Now, it holds nothing but contentment, and a faint flicker of surprise at the feeling that Jean doubts will ever leave him.

Now, Kevin smiles, a gleam of light in the night. Jean arches towards it like a bud eager to bloom. Kevin's fingers slip from his temple into his hair, tracing lines of fire along Jean's scalp. The heat draws Jean in. He presses close, using the arm already wound around Kevin's waist as leverage, to slip a leg between Kevin's and press his face to Kevin's neck. His lips brush Kevin's skin, and Kevin's hand tightens in his hair. Only when Kevin makes a soft, encouraging noise does Jean allow himself to kiss him there, careful and tender. Kevin's throat works under his lips, and Jean draws back, his chest tight.

Kevin senses the darkness encroaching and adjusts accordingly, diminishing it before it can take hold. He cups Jean's face in his hand and brings him back into the safety of his molecular cloud, the two of them in their own orbit. Their breaths mingle, and the taste of air loosens Jean's chest before Kevin kisses him.

Kevin's lips are soft, and Jean has grown used to the way they move. He has learned the shape of them, all their curves and contours.

He is still adjusting to how light it makes him feel.

It is in moments like this that Jean wonders if he has always underestimated Kevin. Kevin, when he kisses him, feels much more powerful than a star. He is the God that created them to begin with; he is admired in the form of worship, and Jean's are the prayers he has chosen to answer.

"You," Jean murmurs again, nonsensical to anyone but himself, but the only answer he has.

send me a number + ship

[my-world-my-stories]

Year Of The Dragon Elders

April - Delbin

I went very experimental with this piece by using both Watercolor Pencils for the colors and Copic Markers to add patterns which I utilised mini stencils for. I went for a lineless look for thet background, to sorta give it a 'painting' vibe to it. He's quite eye catching at least. (And a Happy Birthday to my friend @leomitchellart/@oreopata)

[atths--twice]

Passing the Time

While waiting for labs at the hospital, Scully helps Mulder pass the time.

Fictober day 6. Prompt: That's All? Easy.

For my dear friend Ingrid. 💓

February 7, 2018 George Washington Memorial Hospital 

“How much longer did they say?” Mulder asked Scully as she closed the door and rejoined him in the hospital’s waiting area. 

“Twenty minutes at least,” she replied and he sighed heavily.

“We’ve already been waiting for two hours.” 

“Lab work takes time. You know that.” 

“I do,” he said with a nod. “I also know that we’ve been out of the game for a while. Maybe there were advancements while we were away.” 

“Excuse me?” she asked, picking up a random magazine as she sat down. “We haven’t been away from anything. You have. I worked in a hospital until very recently, remember? I am aware how long labs can take.” 

“You know what I meant,” he said, rolling his eyes and she hummed. Glancing at the pages before her, but not finding much interest in them. “I guess I just forgot about the waiting part.” 

“No, you’ve never been good at waiting,” she said, turning the pages with a sigh. 

“In regard to some things,” he said and she turned her head to look at him. He shrugged and gave her a small smile. 

“Hmm,” she hummed again, her attention back on the magazine. His leg bumped hers as he began to bounce it and she pressed into him, silently telling him to stop. “Don’t you have something you can do on your phone? A game to play or something you can read?” 

“Not really.” 

“You had that one game you were playing. Just do that and the time will go by faster,” she said, feeling as though she was speaking to a large child. 

“But it’s boringgggg,” he said, dragging the word out dramatically while he bumped his leg into hers. 

“Mulder,” she said, huffing out a laugh. “Twenty minutes is hardly any time at all. You’ll be fine.” 

“At least twenty minutes. That’s what you said they said, right? So it could be more.” 

“You wanna find a supply closet and make out?” she asked, turning her head and looking at him as he immediately stilled. 

“You… you’re… seriously?” 

“Of course not,” she said, looking back at the magazine and shaking her head. “We’re working.” 

“If that’s the only hold up, I’ll take a rain check.” 

“Sure,” she said, turning another page and not giving it much thought. 

“I’m gonna hold you to it,” he said, his voice lower and she fought back a smile, enjoying teasing him. 

“With or without clothing?” she asked, her voice also low. 

“Definitely without,” he answered quickly and this time she was unable to hold back her smile. “Or whatever you prefer.” 

She turned her head and held his eyes, seeing the desire within them. Leaning closer, she grazed his cheek with her own as she brought her lips close to his ear. 

“I prefer without as well,” she whispered, brushing a kiss to his cheek as she pulled away. 

He groaned softly and she smiled as her attention turned back to the magazine. 

“Christ, Scully,” he breathed, putting his arm along the back of her chair and looking around the room. 

“You gonna make it?” she teased and he laughed as he shifted in his seat. 

“Honestly? Sometimes I don’t know, Scully.” 

“I do enjoy keeping you on your toes. Or your back.” 

“Fuck,” he breathed, shaking his head. She bit her lip to keep from laughing. 

“Can I offer any help to alleviate any discomfort you’re presently experiencing?”

“Yeah, you can stop talking,” he nearly growled. 

“Or I could offer a distraction.” 

“No, that’s how we ended up here.” 

“A different kind of distraction,” she said with a laugh. 

“I’ll be the judge. Let me hear  it.” 

“You consider yourself an intelligent man,” she stated, looking at the magazine. Pausing on a page, she considered the pair of pants the model was wearing.

“I do indeed, but I’m not sure I’m liking where this is heading.” 

“You have an incredible memory. Some might say it's too incredible.” 

“It’s definitely served me well,” he said, stretching out his legs and crossing the left foot over the right. “In more ways than one.” 

“Hmm,” she said, trying not to let her mind wander too far, knowing how well his memory had served in their sex life. Even from the very beginning, it was as though he had memorized every spot that made her cry out and beg him for more.  

“So what did you have in mind?” he asked and she shook her head, pushing away those thoughts. 

Later, she told herself. Definitely later. 

“Make a list of all fifty states,” she said and he looked at her. 

“A list of all the states? That’s your grand plan to help me pass the time?” he asked, moving his arm and sitting up, his brow furrowed even as he smiled. “List the states? That’s all? Easy.” 

“And the capitals,” she said as he stood up, patting his suit jacket, most likely looking for a pen. 

“What?” he asked, stopping and staring at her. “The capitals too?” 

“You said listing the states was easy. We’ve got time to kill so… capitals too,” she said, turning a page and raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Oh… you’re going to regret this. I’ll be done way before the labs are.” 

“So you say,” she said, looking at the magazine. “Yet there you stand, writing nothing down.” 

“Oh, you… you…” He shook his head, waving his finger at her. “I’m gonna find some paper and then… be prepared to be amazed.” 

“I’m all a tingle,” she said with an exaggerated shiver. 

“You… ha ha ha,” he said, walking out of the room to hunt down some paper. 

She smiled as she put the magazine down and reached for another. 

He was back quickly, heading to the small table in the corner of the waiting area, when she stood up and stopped him. 

“Give me your phone.” 

“You don’t trust me?” 

“No,” she laughed. “Not for things like this. Gimme it.” 

“I can’t believe you don’t trust me,” he said, taking his phone from his pocket and handing it to her. “I would never-”

“Dyspareunia,” she said, putting his phone in her pocket. “Thought of that word on your own to build off of your previous word spare?” She raised her eyebrows and he shrugged with his palms up, a guilty smile on his face. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’ll be holding onto your phone. Go on.” 

“Bossy,” he said, as he continued past her. 

“You love it,” she stated and he nodded, grinning at her. 

“I absolutely do. Especially when-”

“Nope,” she said, pointing at the paper. “Get to writing.” He saluted as he sat down as she shook her head as she also sat down. 

Quiet fell over the room and she was surprised when she realized ten minutes had passed without any interruptions. Looking over at him, she smiled as she saw how focused he was as he wrote. Suddenly feeling sleepy, she set the magazine beside her, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes. 

“Hey,” Mulder said softly and she opened her eyes. “It always amazes me how you can fall asleep anywhere.” 

“Are you done?” she asked, sitting up and looking at the paper in his hand. 

“Why yes, Miss Scully. I got all my homework done,” he said in a southern drawl, handing the paper to her. She took it with a smile, her eyes running over his words. 

“You know,” he said as he sat down. “That was actually harder than I thought it would be.” 

“Hmm,” she hummed. “That’s not surprising.” 

“What are you trying to say?” he asked and she laughed quietly.

“Nothing about you in particular. It’s just not something we think about in our normal day to day life, so it’s not surprising that it proved to be somewhat difficult.” 

“As long as it wasn’t a dig at my intelligence,” he said, sticking out his lower lip. 

“I would never. Did I not call you an intelligent man earlier?” 

“No. You stated that I considered myself an intelligent man.” 

“Did I?” she asked, tapping her finger against the paper as she read. 

Juneau, Alaska. Austin, Texas. Olympia, Washington.    “You did. Find any mistakes?” 

“Not yet,” she said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“You won’t. Because, I have a fantastic memory, as I believe you said.” 

“Ohhh. You were so close,” she said, closing her eyes briefly and shaking her head. “I said you had an incredible memory, but it looks like I was wrong.” 

“Fantastic… incredible. One would say they’re interchangeable,” he said, moving his hands as though weighing the words on a scale. 

“Hmm,” she hummed, nodding in agreement. 

Columbus, Ohio. Montpelier, Vermont. Bismarck, North Dakota. 

“So what’s the word, Teach?” he asked as she folded the paper in half. 

“All correct. One hundred percent,” she said, smiling as she turned her head to look at him. 

“A hundred percent. That should get a gold star,” he stated and she sighed. 

“Unfortunately, I’m all out of gold stars at the moment.” 

“Huh…” he said, rubbing his fingers across his chin. “No gold stars? You got anything else of value? I mean… a perfect paper achieved by my incredibly fantastic memory… it deserves something.” 

Smiling again as she leaned closer to him, she placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him softly. Then again. Then once more, her lips lingering on his. 

“Better than a gold star?” she whispered and he hummed as he kissed her before pulling back slightly. 

“Much better,” he whispered back, bumping his nose gently against hers. 

She pulled back further, smiling at him, her fingers scratching lightly at the stubble upon his cheek. He smiled and she dropped her hand with a sigh just as the door to the waiting area opened and the lab technician stepped inside. 

“Agents, I have the results you’ve been waiting for,” he said and they both stood to their feet and followed the technician down the hall. 

Though her focus was on the case and the new evidence they now had, her mind kept drifting to the softness of Mulder’s lips and how she wanted to feel them on hers again. 

Without clothing this time, she thought. Most assuredly without clothing. 

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hey hey bestie!! for the smut prompts: 24 for Rosie & Jo, 16 for Ev & Val?

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16. “I want to make this perfect for you.”

He could just barely hear the din of noise coming up to the second floor of the pub. If he strained hard enough, he could hear Dougie cackle, or Egan challenge someone to a game of darts. But that was just noise, something swirling around in the very, very far background. It was the woman on the bed who had all of his attention, bathed in soft light, and practically purring as he let his eyes roam up and down her body. Her uniform and blouse discarded, shoes kicked off, hair unpinned; Val lay out for him like a feast in just her garter belt, pantyhose, and her best brassier. Her green eyes had turned a dangerous shade even before he had paid the bar man for the room; her hands touching him just this side of ladylike all night.

Now, well, it wasn’t the cockpit of his plane, or the counter of the kitchen in the Officer’s Mess. It was a proper bed, in a room with a door, a door with a lock. And she was waiting for him in the middle of the bed; he’d be a fool to keep her waiting any longer.

“Ev…” She was propped up on her elbows, watching him. Her smile grew as he unfastened his trousers with one hand, the other ghosting over her calf ever so lightly.

“Something you need?” He teased her, fingers pressing into the pliant skin of her leg.

“There’s a lot of things I need.”

“We have all night. We’ll get to all of it, honey.”

He clocked the very moment her eyes zeroed in on his hands, the veins bulging as he struggled to get the button through the hole without removing the other hand from her body. He could feel her gaze on him as she watched his movements, all the way from his fingers, up his arms, until she reached his face again.

Pants finally unfastened, he let his hands trace up her legs, fingers tickling her, until he reached the top of her pantyhose. One by one, he unclipped them from the garter belt, first the left, and rolled them down. Once completed, he moved to the right, repeating the actions until finally, both of her legs were exposed to him. Val wasted no time in making her intentions known; sitting up until she was kneeling in front of him, her hands traced a path down his chest until she reached the hem of his white undershirt. Gently, she grasped the bottom and pushed it up his body, until she could pull it up and over his head, fully exposing his broad shoulders and chest. Gently, she let her nails drag down his skin, tickling down his abs and the trail of soft hair that disappeared behind the waistband of his boxers.

“Please,” His voice was a soft plea, something that surprised both of them. “Don’t tease me, Val.”

“Who’s teasing?” She grinned, leaning up further to take his earlobe between her teeth, giving it a gentle tug. “I’m exploring.”

“Honey, this should be about you…”

“Not just me. Both of us.”

“I want to make this perfect for you.”

“Already is perfect,” Her lips peppered kisses up his jaw and across his face, until she finally reached his lips. “You make it perfect…”

“Val…”

“Now, get down here, and take what’s yours, Captain Blakely.”

24. “No need to rush—we have all night.”

Her hips jumped off the bed, pressing into his sharply as he gently thrust into her again. His large hands tried to hold her steady, gripping her waist, but each time he pressed inside her, she became wanton and wild with need for him. Her kiss swollen lips were slightly parted, gasping for breath as a light sheen of sweat covered her chest. Rosie had never found her more beautiful.

“Robbie, oh my god oh my god…”

“What feels good, hmm? Tell me what feels so good, honey pie.”

“You do,” She was wining and couldn’t care less how childish it might have sounded when he was inside her and making her feel so good. “Please don’t stop.”

“Shh, it’s okay, I won’t, I promise I won’t.”

His body leaned down to cover hers, large hands caressing up from her waist, past her breasts until he was able to rest his forearms on either side of her head. Leaning down, he covered her mouth with his, kissing the most beautiful sounds from her as the seconds ticked by. He could feel her chasing his hips with his own, and, maybe it was for him as much as it was her, but he resolved to make it last.

“Hey, there’s no need to rush- we have all night.”

“I need more…”

“More what,” He pressed his nose into her wild curls, grinning against the side of her face. “Jo, baby, tell me what you need more of.”

“Faster, Robbie, please…”

“Yea, okay sweetheart, I’ve got you, I promise.”

“It feels so good with you. You feel so…”

“So do you my sweet girl,” He grit his teeth and pressed forward, his hips meeting hers sharply, rougher than he had initially intended, but he had never felt anything so deliciously warm in his whole life. “God, so do you…”

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