#god…… ftf fucking save me

[unknownarmageddon]

a rumble in the earth and he knew he was there. wearing that expression he was fond of, with some kind of gift, judging from the eager pace of his scrambling steps.

he rolled over, the moss tugging free from the ground, from his joints, and the ground and the air and the world took a breath when he moved, parting from the ground to sit on his rear.

he was offering antlers to him again, and he accepted them, snorting softly.

there were new growths, from the ring of moss on his shoulder. perhaps it was time to pick them out again.

he skimmed his fingers over the surface of the lake, disturbing the pond life, sending the fish and tadpoles and frogs and waterbeetles darting away from what was, to them, drift wood dipping under the water.

get in.

water flew across the ground, rising higher, one foot, then another, then his body, and the short plants, the loose weeds were swept away in a shallow flood of lake water.

he doubted it would reach the forest line, and would just swamp up a good mile radius or so.

he flicked the drippy, fat blops of goo out of his way, the big mushroom cap nestling against the side of his spine, thin arms around his hips, and he got to work, picking lightly at the blanket of moss branching outwards from the source he'd planted in the other's grain.

the forest calmed around them. water sank into the earth. the birds sang again, fish nosing around the submerged limbs, nibbling at whatever was edible for them. he squirmed a few times, ticklish, and was scolded for it when water splashed too high again and drenched his precious cape of moss.

the evening sun was lovely that day.

-storytime anon

FTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF

CHEERING CHEERING

[kamwashere]

okay so. so. so okay. just finished season 5 finale (still reeling, mind you) and went headfirst to watching fight the future and uh why did no one tell me.

[casuallycryingoverbooks]

S08e20 Essence

I dont usually like those opening monologues but that was pretty good

Wtf is going on with the intro

I dont remember any of the stuff in the recap

Omg baby shower!!! How Scully doesn’t have any friends

Ewww Zeus genetics

Oh yeah, Mulder’s unemployed.

I heart John Dogget.

GERMANTOWN??? Thats from the episodes colony and end game in season 2

Doggets boston accent is perfect i love him (i hated him at first)

I don’t trust this bitch Lizzy, i feel like something happened when i wasn’t paying attention

“I think she trusts me” “we’re almost at the end” NO WAY DOG LEAVE SCULLY ALONE

I may have to dip after season 8 idk how much more of this i can take. What’s worse? Season 9 or the revival?

Oh shit that’s billy miles (im awful with faces)

Guess who’s back- back again- billy’s back- tell a friend

TENDING WOUNDS AAAA

HE READ THEM ALL

Friendly reminder that aliens bleed green and mulder is not color blind

I just accidentally turned the volume of my headphones all the way up and it was not pleasant

“My (our) baby is fine, Mulder.”

“Come on in we just need some space to talk” ?????

Shes staring at his lips

Petition to save Dogget from third wheeling with MSR

Some body kill this Lizzy bitch

Ooooohhhh wtf how did his head just fall off like that

SKINNER

Dad!skinner being like Mulder wtf are you here and are you the dad

A POOL RUNNING AT THE FBI

Why do the keep using the term barren just infertile

Are you the dad, yes or no???

No no no no no leave Scully alone and stop tampering with her pills you freak

“Everything is fine” mhm. I believe you.

“This is all my fault.” Yeah Maggie, it kinda is

Human clones? Dawg? Fr?

Protective!Mulder ❤️

*buzzer noises* you are NOT the father

This isnt about txf scully, its only about you 😭😭😭

I just want this episode to be over the show should’ve ended around at season 5 (although i do love FTF)

“Docta parentayy” i love his fucking accent

Fucking fucking Billy Miles go AWAY

Scully finally wearing a fucking seat belt for once

IS THAT FUCKING KRYCEK NO DO NOT GET IN THE CAR

“You’re all listening to someone he tried to kill me” JOIN THE FUCKING CLUB DOGGET HE’S TRIED TO KILL EVERYONE

AGAIN WITH THAT WORD WHY DO WE KEEP SAYING BARREN

God is real??? That’s what we’re getting from this???

“Why don’t you just shut up?” I ❤️ agent dogget

THE PAKING GARAGE

“Your ass stays here” yeah you tell him skinner

Reyes 🤤🤤

This is shaving YEARS off my life

The only thought going through my head as Scully and Reyes drive away is “let’s go girls” (du du da da du du)

THEY JUST THREW BILLY MILES OFF A BUILDING INTO A TRASH TRUCK WTF

[atths--twice]

Bee, Interrupted

A slight AU/canon divergence based on the BTS, “just for fun” kisses in Fight the Future. Specifically, when Mulder lifts Scully and turns toward his apartment...good lord.

In honor of the 22nd anniversary of FTF, I am reposting FTF fics. I don’t know if I actually ever posted this one here as I didn’t have Tumblr when I wrote this particular story. It’s a hot little, or not so little, “what if” the bee didn’t interrupt them... Hope you enjoy. 

Scully stood in Mulder’s hallway, her heart pounding, tears in her eyes as his thumbs caressed her cheeks. His eyes looked into hers and she felt it down to the depths of her soul.

His words were ringing in her ears as they continued to stare at each other. She saved him. Kept him honest. Made him a whole person. Jesus. It was as if he was shouting out his love for her. He never spoke to her that way, his feelings so exposed. What was she supposed to say? She could not think, her mind was racing too quickly.

The look on his face was intense and seemed to be saying things his mouth could not. Then it changed, his expression was different, determined and sure. He was leaning in and she felt the responding pull toward him. He was going to kiss her. Oh, Jesus. His breath was warm and made her feel weak. So close, just a bit more.

His lips hit hers and it was like a stick of dynamite exploded. She slid her tongue in his mouth, no preamble, no pretending. They both wanted this, there was no reason to hold back. If they were going to be separated, they needed this moment. Kiss and make it better.

Her hands went around his neck and his went around her waist and down to her ass. He lifted her up and into his arms. Jesus Christ.. oh, god yes. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands in his hair and on his shoulders, hanging on as he turned them toward his apartment.

Her mouth was fused to his and their tongues were moving as if they had a mind of their own. She could feel him getting hard as she was locked around him, their bodies tight to one another.

One of his hands left her as he seemed to be reaching out, feeling his way to his door, not wanting to move his mouth from hers to see where he was going. His other arm gripped her tighter and she gasped into his mouth. She pulled back and looked at him. His eyes were dilated and his breathing was ragged. She stared,  with what she sure was the same expression, as they came through his door and he spun them around, closing the door with their bodies.

He pushed her into the door and kissed her again. His arms gripped her waist, his tongue stroking hers and his pelvis pushing into hers. She groaned in his mouth and he did it again. She dug her nails into his neck and it was his turn to groan.  

He moved his arms from her waist, but kept her pressed into the door. He reached for her jacket and she helped him take it off, throwing it to the ground. She grabbed at his neck again, kissing him like she had never kissed anyone before.

Her body felt like it was on fire and he was the fuel she craved. Nothing was going to stop her from ridding herself of her clothes and then his so she could feel him inside her. She needed him. So many years of wondering, desiring him, she was not going to let this moment escape her.

She broke from the kiss and pulled his head back by the hairs at the base of his neck. He was breathing hard and so was she, her heart almost bursting.

“Mulder,” she said, clearing her throat. “Put me down.”

“You’ll have to let go before I can,” he said with a smirk and a laugh.

Her legs were indeed locked tight around him. She laughed quietly squeezing his hips with her legs.

“Wait,” he said, looking in her eyes. “When I let you down, will.. will you leave?”

His voice was so quiet and his eyes so worried, she wondered how he could possibly feel that way after how she had kissed him. How he could ask that as her legs were wrapped around his waist, his erection becoming more evident.

She could not blame him for being scared, running was what they did. Things getting too personal or feelings being brought too close to the surface made them both want to bolt. So stupid. To run from this, from him.

“Not a fucking chance,” she said quietly, holding his face in her hands, as she stared in his eyes.

She leaned down and kissed him softly. It was supposed to be quick but soon her tongue and his were mating and her fingers were digging into his neck again. His hands had moved to her ass and they were lost in the kiss they were sharing.

God, why had they never done this before? He was an amazing kisser. He was making her heart race and her pulse vibrate. Oh. That was why they never did this before. Nothing else would have mattered or progressed if she knew his kiss alone would affect her this way.

His lips released hers and he moved to her jaw and then her neck. He sucked at her pulse point and then kissed it. She held his head to her neck and she moaned. He nipped her neck and she yelped. He pulled back and grinned at her.

“Fucker,” she said, and his eyes grew darker.

His eyes dropped to her mouth and his mouth quickly followed. He could not seem to get enough and it thrilled her. He licked his tongue along her lips and then slid it inside. Slowly, he kissed and stroked his tongue inside her mouth. She became wetter at the way he was kissing her. He was making love to her mouth and it made her core throb. She needed to take her layers off, she was too damn hot and felt flushed all over.

She pulled his hair causing his mouth to unlatch again. He looked at her, a surprised look on his face.

“Down,” she breathed, unlocking her ankles, but wishing she did not have to do it. He moved his hands from her ass, and she slid down.

“Scully,” he said softly, stroking her face, calling up so many memories of stakeouts, illnesses, deaths, and times of worry when he had done the exact same thing.

“What are we doing?” he whispered, leaning close to her ear.

“Are you really asking me that question, Mulder? Have you never wanted or thought about doing this?” she asked him, her eyes burning into his.

“Christ, yes. I absolutely have thought about it,” he said, shaking his head, looking at her incredulously.

“Then shut up, and let’s not wonder anymore,” she said smiling as she reached for him, pulling him closer by grabbing his sides.

God, he had an amazing body. So solid and built. She loved the feel of it. Any time she had the chance to touch him, she took it, and enjoyed every second.

He put his hands against the door, pushing her into it with his hips, before he captured her lips again. He was so hard against her, it made her dizzy. She licked at his lips, as he had done to her, before she pulled back and pushed him away from her. God, she was so hot. She needed to get out of her clothes.

She started to undo her shirt buttons. He inhaled, grabbed her arm and pulled her hand away. She looked at him with questioning eyes. He pushed her hands away and began unbuttoning her shirt himself.

She watched him as her body was presented to him. Watched his eyes following his fingers as he unbuttoned her shirt. He undid the last button and raised his eyes to hers, watching her as he pushed her shirt off her shoulders.

She pulled his mouth back to hers, with a hand on the back of his neck, as she felt her shirt slide off her body. His fingers slipped to her waist and she lurched into him. His fingers on her bare flesh gave her goosebumps.

He pulled back and looked down at her, watching her take deep breaths, her arms loose around his neck. His hands inched up her sides, making her shiver.

“Ticklish?” he asked her, bringing his mouth close to her ear.

“No,” she breathed, moaning as he took her earlobe between his teeth. She felt him smile against her before he pulled back to look at her again.

He looked down at her chest and she watched him lick his lips.

“Touch me,” she whispered, giving him permission by taking his hand in hers and placing it on her cloth covered breast.

His breath caught as he opened his palm and cupped her breast. Her head fell back as he squeezed lightly, her hand still on top of his, holding his in place. He pinched her nipple and she gasped. Her head snapped back up, as he leaned his down and mouthed her covered breast, his tongue teasing her nipple.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he asked against her breast, raising his eyes to hers.

She shook her head, her core throbbing and feeling wetter by the second.

“Since you thought mosquito bites were a good reason to disrobe before your brand new partner. Scully, you dropped that robe.. unspeakable and unpartnerlike thoughts entered my mind,” he said, his mouth moving to the other breast.

“Is that right? Nice to know that when I was terrified, you were lusting after me,” she said and he laughed around her breast. “I suppose I can’t complain though, because the memory of your fingers on my skin, warmed me up on many cold nights,” she said as she ran her fingers in his hair.

He lifted his head and she smiled at him. She reached both hands behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it drop to the floor.

“Scully,” he breathed, his hands moving of their own accord to her naked breasts.

“Better than your thoughts?” she asked as he cupped and squeezed.

“The reality surpasses any expectation or idea I ever had. No imagination could ever come close to the reality,” he breathed as he took a nipple in his mouth and she cried out.  

His hands and his mouth on her created a rush of wetness. Oh, dear god. He was making her crazy with his touch. He seemed to know just how she liked it. Her head fell back and smacked against the door.

Immediately he stopped his ministrations and brought his hands to her head, concern in his voice, asking if she was okay. She started to laugh and looked at him. His eyes worried and his face serious. God. Now. She wanted him now more than ever.

“Mulder, you’re wearing too many clothes,” she said in a low voice and his eyes widened.

She reached for his shirt and pushed it up his body, over his head, and tossed it on the floor by her growing pile of clothing. She scraped her nails down his chest to the button on his jeans. She popped it open and he grabbed her hands and moved them away.

“I... you can’t.. I..” he said, his tone slightly embarrassed.

She smiled and bent to take off her heels, throwing them to the side. Her hands went to her own buttons. She opened them and slid down the zipper. She pushed her pants down her body and kicked them away. She stood in front of him in only a pair of black lacy underwear. She heard his breathing become faster as he stared at her.

His hands had stilled on his buttons, as if her undressing before him had put him under a spell, causing him to freeze. She put her hand out and stroked the backs of her fingers down across his zipper and he jumped. She could feel how hard he was and she throbbed once again.

“Mulder,” she whispered, reaching to touch him again, the ache to feel him too great to ignore.

That did the trick. He got his shoes off, and then his pants. They were topless in front of each other, their underwear the only barrier. He was straining against his boxers and she had to feel him.

She put her hands on his hips and pulled him closer. He stepped so close to her, she could feel his heat. She reached in his boxers and wrapped her hand around him. He moaned and fell forward, pushing her back into the door.

She stroked him and pulled at his boxers with the other hand. She pushed them down and he kicked them aside. He was finally revealed to her and she whimpered at the sight of him. She had seen him naked. Taken care of him when he was sick. But this.. this was a completely different instance.

He was big, hard, and warm. God, it had been a long time since she had been with anyone. She could hardly remember the last time and he definitely did not compare to Mulder. She continued to stroke him and he moaned again.

“Better than your thoughts?” he breathed as she circled the head and felt him twitch.

“My expectations have been surpassed,” she said, squeezing him and making him swear.

His hands went to her waist and began to pull her panties down. As soon as they were down her legs and kicked aside, his fingers began to feel her. Her hands flew off him, landing on his chest, as his finger slid inside and she cried out his name.

“Scully, you’re so wet,” he whispered, before kissing her, his tongue and finger working in tandem. She moved her hands and gripped his neck, moaning into his mouth.

“Up,” she said, pulling back from his kiss.

He stared at her disbelievingly and she nodded. He withdrew his finger from her and she exhaled. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, his eyes on hers.

Her head fell to his chest as she felt an orgasm quake through her body at the sight of him tasting her on his finger. She stood still and kissed his chest as it began subsiding. She looked up at him again in time to see him pop his finger out of his mouth and grin at her.

“Jesus Christ, Mulder,” she muttered as she tightened her grip around his neck and he grabbed her ass. She jumped and he lifted, pushing her against the door. She locked her legs around him and they looked at each. She nodded and slowly slid down his length.

They both cried out and began to breathe hard. His head fell to her chest and she felt his warm breath at the tops of her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gripped his hips with her legs.

He was now completely inside of her and she saw spots in front of her eyes. Mulder was inside of her. His head was on her breasts and he had already made her come. Holy shit.

She squeezed his hips and grabbed at his head and his shoulders. He raised his head and she brought her lips to his. She tasted herself faintly on his tongue and she became wetter. She had always loved that and it never failed to arouse her. It rocketed up astronomically as she tasted herself on Mulder’s tongue. His tongue. Oh, sweet Jesus..

She broke away and looked at him. She nodded and he did the same. He pulled back and slid from her body, then slammed back inside. Her head fell back as he began to set a rhythm, slamming into her, her body rocking against the door, the locks and door knob rattling.

She held him to her chest and he took a nipple into his mouth. He bit and sucked at her and she scratched at his neck, his back. He continued thrusting into her and she called out his name. He was hitting her in places she had not felt in so long, she knew it would not take long for her to come again.

“Scully,” he moaned, letting go of her breast. “You feel so good. Expectation, reality, and imagination combined.. is not enough. Christ..”

He shifted them a little. He slammed into her and the angle was all she needed to shatter around him, his name pouring from her mouth. Her orgasm caused his thrusts to slow down, as she spasmed and held him within her body, too tight for any movement.

She chanted his name and once she came down, his thrusts began to pick up. He gripped her ass and pounded into her harder.

“Scully, Scully..” he whimpered, his head on her neck, his lips against her pulse. “I’m so close. Jesus, Scully. Oh.. god.”

He called her name once more and he came inside her. His thrusts beginning to slow as he emptied himself and kissed her neck. He whispered her name against her skin as he held her tight and slowed his frantic movements.

She held him and answered his whispers with her own, saying his name as her body was humming and her heart was racing. He fell into her and his body pushed hers into the door harder than before. She loved this new feeling of him inside her and simultaneously all around her. God, they should have done this a long time ago.

He lifted his head and looked at her. She smiled at him and his eyes travelled over her face. She held her gaze on him and he looked back in her eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair, and they both started laughing.

“We should have done that a long time ago,” he said, still leaning into her.

“For once we are in complete agreement,” she said, and then she shouted in surprise.

He had grabbed her tighter and spun around, carrying her through the room, where he sat on the couch and she settled on his lap. He was semi hard now and she moved around, squeezing internally to hold him inside her. He gasped and ran his fingers up and down her back, as she rested against his chest.

He hummed and she sighed. She pushed against his chest and leaned up to look at him. She kissed him and it quickly became heated once again. She felt him twitch inside her and she grinned against his mouth.

“Why Agent Mulder,” she said breaking from their kiss and rocking against him. “Could you possibly be ready to go again so soon?”

He moved his hands to her hips and gripped, his fingers digging into her flesh.

“You keep kissing me and moving your ass around like that, you might be in for a little surprise,” he growled at her.

“Just a little one?” she said with an impish grin.

He growled again and she found herself suddenly on her back on the couch. She laughed, settling her legs around him, as  he slowly began to push his growing erection into her. Not quite there yet, but she loved the feel of it, the scent of him invading her senses, the strength of him over her. She felt so happy and so sexy. Naked and splayed out on the couch she had sat on so many times, thoughts of doing exactly this running through her head. She ran her nails up his back and smiled as she looked at him.

His face was serious and he did not smile back. He shook his head before he dropped his eyes.

“You deserved a bed, Scully. Something better than that quick fuck against my front door,” he said, his voice low and his eyes concerned, as he raised them to look at her.

“Hmm,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “I asked for it, if you remember. It’s what I wanted. You were more than kind enough to oblige my desires.”

“God, Scully,” he said quietly, before capturing her lips again, his tongue once again mimicking what their bodies were doing.

He made her feel weak with his kisses. If he asked her right now to devote her life to finding UFO’s and also shaving her head, she would do it, as long as his tongue kept fucking her mouth.

He was becoming harder inside of her and she felt close to another orgasm. She whined in his mouth as she began to move her hips against him. His hips answered hers and they were as connected physically as any two people could be.

This time was slower as they stared in each other’s eyes. His weight was heavy against her as he moved, her name falling freely from his lips as he kept his eyes on hers. Her hands moved from his hair to his neck where she dug in and then she arched back. He latched his lips to her neck and she breathed his name.

He licked and nibbled at her neck and she moaned. His touch and the motion of their bodies bringing her orgasm closer.  He bit at the valley of her throat and she came hard and unexpectedly. She yelled out her surprise, gripping his hair and his shoulder. Never had anyone made her come in that way, from that spot of her body. Leave it to Mulder to discover a secret pleasure spot. Oh.. god.

He raised his head and stopped his motions, watching her fall apart around him. She could not keep her eyes on him as they rolled back in her head. She pushed her nails into his skin and his neck, her breath shuddering out in gasps.

“Oh.. Mulder..” she whimpered, panting hard and pushing into him. His mouth dropped between her breasts as he peppered her skin with kisses.

“My.. god..” she said, licking her lips and stroking his head as she held his face to her chest.

He licked between her breasts and raised his head. He smiled at her and kissed her nose. She laughed breathily and he began to thrust into her again. She stopped laughing when she saw his face had again taken on a serious expression.

She knew what brought it on and her breath caught. He had not simply been saying words when he said she deserved more, he meant it. He wanted this to be better than the first time, so he was taking his time and going slow. She was touched at his actions, but could it actually be better?

They had done this once, going on twice now, and she already knew it would be amazing every time. He made her feel things she had never felt before. Made her pulse race and her body sing. It was more than sex though, it was him. It was them. Once, and she was already hooked.

She held his face in her hands and stared in his eyes. She kissed him softly, before running her thumbs across his lips.

“Mulder,” she said softly, causing him to still his motions. “I appreciate what you’re doing. I really do, believe me.”

They both laughed softly and she smiled, running her fingers down his face, her heart full.

“Mulder, you said I deserved more, but I don’t need more. This right here, Mulder. This is what I deserve. What I want. You and me. That’s what I deserve,” she said quietly, holding his gaze, making sure he understood.

He searched her face, his eyes so open, she felt she could fall in and never find the bottom.

She kissed him softly again and smiled. “But I am gonna need you to pick up the pace,” she said softly, in a teasing tone.

“Scully, I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, putting his forehead against hers.

“Yes, Mulder, you do. You deserve to be happy. We both deserve it and this makes me happy, Mulder. You are making me happy,” she whispered back.

“Scully..” he breathed, kissing her and then doing what she asked, thrusting faster.

There we go, she thought as she rocked with him. She moved her arms under his and grabbed his ass, holding him to her as he breathed her name, whispering that she made him happy and she saved him, made him whole, all while his hips pistoned into her.

Her breath caught at his words. She did not want to cry, not now, but her heart filled and she was overcome with emotions. Her nails raked up his back and back down again, her legs wrapping higher, telling him with her body what his words meant to her.

He raised his head, held his breath, thrusted a couple more times, and then called her name as he came. The words he had whispered, the feel of his release, and her own feelings for him, brought on another release from her. She whispered his name, holding him close, as her body spasmed with him and around him.

He fell onto her, spent and breathing hard, her name still on his lips. She reveled in the feel of his body heavy upon hers. The smell of the leather of his couch, the scent of their combined sweat, Mulder’s cologne and his own unique scent was enveloping her and she sighed. It was perfect and she never wanted to leave from this spot.

Never mind that she had quit her job just hours earlier, that they had been chased through cornfields last night, or they were being reprimanded instead of thanked for searching the wrong building, and discovering the bomb. Things needed to be attended to, things they did not understand, questions needed to be answered, but that did not matter right now. She wanted to stay in his arms and simply forget the rest of the world.

He lifted his head and they looked at each other, their eyes searching the other. He kissed her softly again and began to shift them around so they were lying side by side. It was kind of a tight fit, but exactly what she wanted, to be held close to him.

His fingers trailed across her thigh, up her side, and to her neck. He shifted a bit more and she felt him slip from her body and he exhaled as he did.

“Sorry,” he whispered into her hair.

“Hmm, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, Mulder,” she murmured, as she placed open mouthed kisses on his throat. He hummed and she smiled against his skin.

They were quiet for a few minutes, the sounds of the day passing by outside his window.

“Scully?” Mulder whispered.

“Yeah?” she whispered back, her eyes closed, breathing him in.

“That was.. pretty amazing,” he said, running his fingers across her skin and in her hair.

She laughed and he joined her. “Just “pretty amazing?”” she asked.

“No,” he said, kissing her forehead. “No, god..it was..” he trailed off, the words escaping him.

“I know,” she whispered, snuggling closer to him.

She began to feel her eyes growing heavy. It would be easy to sleep and stay there, but she desperately needed to go home and shower, the last couple days catching up to her. Dirt, dust, and now their combined sweat and fluids. She needed a shower.

“Mulder?” she breathed.

“Hmm,” came his tired answer.

“I need to go home,” she said and he tightened his hold on her and groaned. “Mulder, I do. Everything that happened yesterday and now this, I desperately need a shower.”

“Hey, Scully. I have a shower,” he said helpfully.

“That you do, but there are no clothes here for me to change into,” she said as she laughed and kissed his neck again.

“I’m not seeing a problem,” he said, his voice low, as his fingers ghosted across her skin and gave her the chills.

She laughed and pulled back from him, looking in his eyes. He smiled again and they kissed languidly, relishing in the fact they could do something they had both wanted to do for so long.

She began to disentangle herself from him and he groaned even more. She smiled and stood up from the couch. He sat up and shook his head, his eyes roaming across her body.

“God, Scully,” he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her toward him. “You are so beautiful. And naked. In my living room. Talk about an X-File.”

She laughed as he shook his head and kissed her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button. She grasped his head and her laughter turned to a sigh, closing her eyes at the sensation. He kissed across her stomach and his hands moved to her ass, pulling her closer to him.

“Mulder,” she tried to say in a warning tone, but it came out more like a moan. She felt him smile and she laughed quietly.

She pushed him back and looked at him with her eyebrow raised. He grinned and nodded, dropping his hands from her body. She walked toward the door and he whistled. She looked over her shoulder and grinned at him.

She grabbed her clothes and started to get dressed. He got off the couch and came over to her. She looked at his naked body and whistled at him the way he had at her. He grinned and grabbed his pants, sliding them on without his boxers. Something about that image was incredibly erotic to her.

He put his shirt on and then sat down to put on his socks and shoes. She had her pants and bra on, but as she reached for her shirt, he stopped her, and pulled her into his lap. She straddled him and they kissed deeply, his hands on her ass again.

He moved his hands and cupped her breasts as she moaned in his mouth. He nipped her lip and took his hands off her body and pulled his mouth away. She looked at him in confusion, her breath fast and her heart pounding.

“That should hold you over until you come back. After your shower. Smelling all fresh and clean. Hmmm,”  he said with a smirk and another glance down her body.

“What makes you think I’m coming back after my shower?” she asked teasingly, her hands on his chest, his heat warming her.

He looked down her body, his hands again going to her breasts. He pinched her nipples through her bra and he smiled as she gasped.

“Oh.. you’ll be back,”  he said knowingly, with a smirk, his hands cupping her breasts.

She narrowed her eyes at him, but then smiled, as she pushed off his lap. She adjusted her bra and he groaned. He grabbed the loops of her pants and pulled her forward again. He put his mouth over a breast and sucked at it through the material, biting on her nipple when it hardened.

“I’m going to need your shower to be super quick,” he said, pulling back and replacing his mouth with his fingers, tweaking her nipples through her bra.

“Mulder..” she whined, stepping back from him. She stared at him and he smiled, taking his hands off her breasts.

She put on her shirt and stared at him as she did up the buttons. He held her gaze as he watched her. She put on her jacket and slipped on her shoes.

She turned and ran her hand lovingly down the door. “Good door. Such a good door,” she whispered, before she opened it and stepped across the threshold.

She heard him laugh as he followed her out, apparently he was going to walk her to her car. She walked ahead of him to the elevator and pushed the down button.  

As they waited for the elevator, he turned her toward him. They grinned at each other, different people than they were a little over an hour ago. Her body ached deliciously from what they had done and it made her feel giddy.

His expression changed and his eyes were looking at her as he had earlier. His eyes boring into hers, so much being said, and then his hands were on her face. She smiled as he leaned in and she followed.

His lips had just brushed against hers when she felt it.

“Ow, Jesus!” she yelled, turning her head to the side, something stinging her on the back of the neck. A bee.

Pain, fear, and confusion coursed through her body instantaneously. She heard his words and felt him catch her when her body failed her. His worry apparent as she panted out her symptoms, trying to clearly describe them to him, so he could in turn relay them to someone else.

The last thing she remembered was the panicked look on his face, the feel of the floor under her, and the sound of his feet as he ran to get help, to save her as he said she had saved him. She took one last painful and confused breath before everything went dark.

[reidsconverse]

pri bubs i'm so sorry about your dad. that's not okay at all and you shouldn't be subjected to that. it kind of reminds me of my dad when i told him of my thoughts to k*** myself. he hit me over and over again and told me "if you're gonna do that i'm gonna give you a reason to". his dad was physically and emotionally abusive to him and i see those traits in my dad. he's pulled the same shit over the years; "you're fat" "you don't care how you look and it's obvious" "you're lazy" and on and on. it sucks having manipulative dads and i really hope you can get out of that house.

-🦭

oh my god that is absolutely awful i am so so so sorry you’ve had to go through that :(( god why are dads so fucking awful, no one i know has a good dad they all fucking suck :((

but thank you for reaching out, luckily i dont live here permanently im just here to save some money esp as my university doesnt go back to ftf for another two months :(( but my dad leaving for a couple weeks soon so im excited to have some peace :((

[amourete-blog1]

(( everything’s gone to hell, sup with you? log starts online and goes ftf shortly after. consistent formatting is fake so we hopped around a couple times - sorry :’33

tagging: @vvicissitudo @9hosis @brackishbarracuda @changinaspirations 

begin log:

amourete Do you know anything about what's going on?

vvicissitudo first, yes, and second, hi felide drags hands dowwn my fuckin face

amourete Big fucking mood.

vvicissitudo you don't evven fuckin knoww but you're about to all that shit is interconnected

amourete That's. That's really... REALLY bad. Please tell me it's not what I'm thinking.

vvicissitudo so lets see if i can summarize this real good wwhat are you thinking

amourete :')) Well, Cho's apparently lost a fucking LIMB according to what I got out of Lucy, and Meenah is completely missing

vvicissitudo yeah shes uh in hidin

amourete What????

vvicissitudo theres a feww reasons im theorizin but as wwhatevver the fuck is happening wwith sal gets revvealled i'm pretty sure it ain't much of an issue if he's THAT bad you ain't expect cho to get an arm lopped off an just have Sal sittin idly by yeah but uh wwe're gettin ahead of ourselvves so you said meenah wwas supposed to showw up, right an she didn't

amourete Yes.

vvicissitudo its because wwe got a message early yesterday mornin from chosis wwho was sittin our youngest kid, auraya an i guess there wwas an accident of some kind  that uh ended up in our kid bein burned bad by chosis or one of sals kids or sal or somethin, it gets a little blurry at that point an i ain't too sure the details but the point is that meenah wwent ovver there yesterday morn an came back covvered in yelloww and olivve an wwith herself wwounded also an im sure she thought sally wwas gonna bloww a fuckin fuse ovver it so she aint uh here i mean, lookin at sally's blog i aint so sure he didn't bloww one anywway only in a uh, more literal sense but that aint here nor there any questions so far

amourete None.

vvicissitudo i wwant to go ovver and help but considerin he sent vvis awway i'm pretty sure he'd lay into me just for tryin he and i aren't on the best terms but i still aint wwantin... this i mean... my moirail maimed his moirail, wwould you wwant me comin ovver to try to help i'm at a fuckin loss an i ain't knowwin wwhat to fuckin do just sit here on the steps i guess, wwaitin to see if sal does come either to ask an apology or return the favvor or... wwhatevver

vvicissitudo i reiterate; drags hands dowwn my fuckin face i just wwant to bang my head into a wwall a feww times are uh you okay i mean obvviously not but yeah

amourete I'm managing. Worried, but... Managing. Are *you* okay?

vvicissitudo i havve no fuckin clue i havvent slept i havvent eaten meenah aint here vvis aint here the kids aint here its just me in this big hivve wwith my big gun

amourete I can stand guard with you. Maybe give you a chance to rest? Even if you don't sleep.

vvicissitudo yeah alright wwhat about you though and your uh empress situation heard anythin or, do you havve to be there to guard still or no

amourete It's hard for me to leave Lil, but Xanthe's here now, and so is Porrim. I can stand watch with you for a while. :33

vvicissitudo alright then. porters wwide open if you got the coords

amourete I do. Give me a few minutes and I'll be there.

vvicissitudo sure thing.

--- Face-To-Face below this line ---

amourete > Pop! Or maybe it's more of a zap? You're here, and in your hand you have a little knapsack you brought of, indeterminate nature. > Clams said he would be on the steps. You seek him out.

vvicissitudo > Right away, immediately, you're there. Dressed in your full regalia, leather armor, neck guard, full blown cape and arm guards and... There's not really much of your skin that isn't protected. You've got a gun half as big as you propped up on your shoulder- Ahabs. It looks dusty.

You jump when she arrives, but you have training, and your trigger finger isn't on the trigger itself. When you see its her, you lower the weapon and put your head in your hands. With your hair braided and tied up to the top of your head, you look 110% done and tensed for a war.

amourete > Oh. That hurts.

You've never seen a royal violet in battle garb before: in your day, your band of misfits never warranted that kind of force, probably out of pride. But seeing him now, knowing why he's dressed the way he is... He doesn't deserve this.

"Hey." You offer a soft smile, with a hint of sympathy, and lift the knapsack. "Brought some snacks. I know you may not be interested, but if you plan to be here for a while, you'll need to keep up your strength. Couldn't get fish though - too expensive."

For an olive, anyway. You did try.

You make your way up the first couple steps to sit with him.

vvicissitudo Your nose detects food, and you lift your head, watching her. She has the softest, smallest smile on her face. You give her one in return, and set the gun down.

"Before you leave, I want you to go... down to the sixth lower floor. Take anything you want. Something big, something small. As a token of my well appreciated gratitude." Your voice sounds so tired. Before it would be soft and sonorous, pretty and smooth to hear, and now you just sounded like you've been marathon singing.

amourete He'd probably be a great singer, if he had been singing.

"Sixth lower floor?" You laugh, which sounds more like the snicker of a cartoon fox. "What's there? I've yet to see much of this place at all, I have no idea how you keep track of it all."

You lay out the fabric, and in it are a couple different camping snacks: jerky you made, from one of your infrequent hunts; dried fruits; some biscuits. It's not anything fancy, but it's a little better than you had for your watches at home. The fruit is certainly an improvement.

vvicissitudo You... Oops. OOOPS!! You're welling up with tears, suddenly sniffling and wiping your nose. The gesture is so... It's so small, but it's so... Ahh...

You wipe your face and smile through your few tears and kind of... cry-laugh a few times, sniffling. "I... I changed my mind, take anything you like, clean it out if you want, fuck, I..."

You take the jerky with a trembling hand, and stick it in your mouth to shut you up.

amourete At first you're scared you said something wrong. For a moment, the humorous and terrifying idea that you've somehow insulted his opulent home finds a place in your thoughts. Is that why he's crying? But this isn't the case: context saves you from fearing a social gaff, and you settle in just to sit, and unfold one of your captcha cards.

"I still don't know what you're talking about," you point out with gentleness, "but we can deal with it later. Not now."

The green card, folded into the shape of a paper cat, comes apart under deft fingers, and as soon as the form of a proper captcha card is visible, it launches a tissue box up in the air. You have to jump up to retrieve it before it falls on him.

You offer it out as you sit again. "I'll be here for a while. It's hard to stand watch alone, and right now, there's nowhere I would rather be."

vvicissitudo > Clearing your throat, you watch with soft, quiet amusement as she unfolds the card, until a tissue box is launched upwards- You jump, startled, and she catches it and offers it.

> You take some of the tissue, and wipe your face, crumpling the ball up and placing it in a pocket somewhere. "... Y-yeah. It is... I uh... Also... You asked how I keep track of the floors, here, yeah?" You look to the floor, tapping the immaculate, perfect flooring. "I uh... Built most of it myself. Everything below us I carved out and built up, and everything above us was originally mostly gutted. Meenah and I.. We've turned this place into our home. It feels... Wrong, that it's... threatened..."

amourete You let the box rest on a step, for when he needs it next. You're pretty sure he will. Hell, *you* might by the end of this, if you're not careful.

"It's hard, but it's not permanent. Meenah has endured hard things. So have you. We just have to hold onto our hope. It's hard, at times, yes - but no one said you had to do it alone."

vvicissitudo > You look to her, and you sniffle again. A violet droplet hangs off your nose, and you attempt to smile. "Y-yeah. I got you, after all... uh... Can I ask... Can I ask a question? Why... Why is this the only place you'd rather be...? Do you want to.. wait for her, when she gets back?"

amourete You almost answer, and then something ghosts across your face that stops you. You close your mouth and look down, one hand reaching for the key that hangs around your neck.

"I've always waited," you say softly. "It's been my life, and it was every one of my deaths, first of mind, then of body. I know how to wait and endure, and the thing I learned most of all is how hard it is to do alone."

You try for a smile, looking back up to him. "So yes, maybe I'll wait for her, but my first thought was 'I can't just leave him there.'"

vvicissitudo > Nope, no, nope, god, you're gonna cry again

> Only this time you lean over and you wrap your arms around her, and you wordlessly cry. You're a big blubbering mess- Meenahs gone, the kids have been gone for weeks, everyones been in danger, you've lost weight and you've just. You've been stressed and tensed and she's here, someone else is here to fill the silence, to keep you company through however long it takes Meenah to return.

amourete Yeah, okay, you should have expected that. You didn't. Sucks to suck!

You wrap your arms loosely around him, bowing your head and holding him as long as he needs. You don't cry, but your silent reverence speaks volumes on its own: every moment you're here is a prayer for Meenah's safety and Cho's recovery.

vvicissitudo > After two or three minutes of tight hugging, you move back from her, and use the tissues again, sitting in silence for a few more minutes. "... you wait here," You eventually say, softly. "I'll be right back." You put a now-steadied hand on her head and stand, metal clinking from some of your armor.

amourete That's probably the funniest thing you've seen all day. You hold your tongue for now, suppressing your giggles, and nod, sitting up straight and attentive. You can pretend to be well-behaved, really!

vvicissitudo > You're headed upstairs quickly, and downstairs just as quickly, holding steaming plates of meat on one arm, a loaf of bread in that hand, your other arm bundled around a couple of condiments (Pickles, mustard, etc). A knife clatters to the floor as it drops, and you sit down just as quick as you'd stood up.

"... I know you brought stuff, but I wanted to offer stuff to you as well."

amourete Stair picnic! You beam. "That's okay! I'm just glad you're eating something." That's the hardest part. You've been dealing with Lil eating scarcely for the past week, so it's an evil you know.

vvicissitudo > It's very hard for you to eat when you're stressed. You're sure meenah complains about it enough to others for them to know you don't eat enough- and if she doesn't, the lithe build of your frame shows off that you've lost a little weight in the past month or so- your skin sags where it shouldn't, not that Felide can tell too much without looking, you're covered much too well.

> You begin making sandwiches, being generous with the meat. "... Yeah? I mean... I guess. I ain't rememberin when i rightly ate last... what about you?"

amourete "I keep to a routine." You shrug, relaxing and laying your chin on your hands. "Habit is stronger than impulse. It's important that I keep my strength up - I have a family to provide for, and I can't allow myself to miss work or be careless. Simple as that, really."

vvicissitudo You nod, listening. You hand her a sandwich, and look to the door, fins flicking. "... You think it'll be okay?" You mumble, softly. "what if I'm just overreacting..."

amourete You thank him for the sandwich, taking it and taking a little bite first. Once you've swallowed it, then you answer: "Your partner is missing in action, and your other partner lost a limb. No, you're not overreacting. Trust me."

vvicissitudo > You blink, taken slightly aback. "Cho ain't my partner, he's my brothers. Cho an I aren't... THAT close... ... Have you talked to vis, though, speakin of... He's missin. Just... flatout gone. No words from anyone. I don't..."

You put your head in your hands again. "I don't know where he is. The connection we share says he's cold, and it's too... sharp, wherever he is."

amourete You look confused, but you let it go: It's probably Cho jumping the gun again. You don't think they'd lie, they're just a little eager, that's all.

"No, I don't know. Vici does though. He mentioned seeing Vis yesterday, but I didn't think much of it. I didn't know he was involved. I don't know about today though - I can ask?"

vvicissitudo You try to chuckle, it comes out dry. "Cho and I are good friends, but we're not... lovers, like Vis or Sally. I wwouldn't call us partners in that sense, no... but you said Vici knows?" You look to your sandwich, taking a few bites. "... Vis lives with Chosis," You say softly. "I bet he saw the whole thing."

amourete Oh you hope that's not so.

"Vici mentioned him the other day online. It could be worth asking, at least... I'm not sure otherwise. That's the only lead I have."

vvicissitudo You look down further, to your feet, your nice boots, your palmhusk laying on the floor. You've barely touched it today. There were other messages... You didn't know the handle of one, you didn't touch it. You should check those.

You sigh, and yawn a bit. "... Yeah, alright. You ask, I guess. I hope it'd be somewhat beneficial..."

amourete You give him a Look. "If you take a nap, I will. You need your rest. I'll wake you if something happens, or if we get more news - promise."

vvicissitudo > You blink your eyes tiredly to that Look, which certainly is like the ones Meenah can give you sometimes. "Don't you..." Yawn. "Don't you dare blackmail me, you... You heckin nerd." You tease, and lean back on the steps, shifting over to the side of the stairs. "I ain't movin from the stairs, though..."

amourete You unclip the day cape you wore over to the hive, simple and warm, and fold it up, placing it under where his head would fall.

"I won't make you move," you promise. "Get some good rest, okay? I'll be here."

vvicissitudo > You wrap your own around your shoulders some more, getting nice and comfortable. "... Yeah, alright. You eat that sandwich." You chuckle tiredly, and close your eyes.

> It... It takes you a while, to fall asleep. Each small noise, each small breath, wakes you and rouses you from half sleep, but eventually, you do so.

[ghostbustermelanieking]

14, 28 :)

14. Favorite episode(s)? Why?

beyond the sea: i love this episode because it's the first badass scully episode and it is fucking amazing. i love any episodes that switches m&s's roles, and this one does it beautifully. boggs is an excellent villain. the early msr is the fucking best (and upon rewatching, it mystifies me to think that they weren't actually writing towards a romance at that point in the show). it's a very great storyline/casefile, and everytime i rewatch it, i'm bowled over it with i can't believe how good this storyline is!!

but a lot of my love for beyond the sea comes from nostalgia. the first time i watched beyond the sea came with what remains my favorite experience of watching txf. i was mid-driver’s ed when i started the show - which is complete hell, i’m not even kidding - so i had a saturday to myself to clean, study, and watch tv. like i remember cleaning my guinea pig’s cage while i watched eve, making my bed while i watched fire. and then i started beyond the sea. and i was immediately hooked, which usually took me a while when watching an episode. i figured that something had happened to cap scully, which was why scully was seeing his ghost, but i was hoping he wouldn’t die. i think i squealed when mulder called scully dana. i had some heart palpitations when mulder got shot. if the first few episodes of the show were like gentle taps with a baseball bat, beyond the sea whacked me hard over the head and made me scream “i’m paying attention!” it hooked me good, and i was glued to the tv for the rest of the day. s1 was pretty much the only part of the show where i was completely unspoiled, an innocent and hopeful x files fan who was looking forward to the moment when mulder and scully would give in to their undying love, so i miss that part of my experience as an x files fan a lot and beyond the sea represents that for me.

bad blood: all the way, motherfuckers.

in all seriousness, i love how funny and FUN this episode is. like the case is kind of a one-of, but it’s so cool to see it from the different perspectives. like several of my other favorites, bad blood gives us insight into mulder and scully’s partnership - and it gives us their inner irritation with each other. it’s very telling, honestly, to see the bad sides of their opinions of each other, even if they’re over-exaggerated. i love how mulder manages to be subtly jealous of hartwell without it being too over-dramatic. i love all the little funny moments. it’s just a feel good episode, honestly, and the first one i ever watched for a second time.

pusher: it’s kind of an obvious one, if not THE obvious one, but i love everything about this episode. pusher/modell is an awesome villain and i wish his return had been better. (like, why not have had a bunch of unexplained crimes and then they figure out that modell can control people from his coma but it’s like a twist and then they can’t prove it?? like that would’ve been better than kitsunegari.) also all the little msr moments. the stakeout scene. (there’s a fic about that stakeout that is absolutely amazing.) the handhold scene. and of course, the russian roulette scene. i feel like that’s a very telling scene in terms of msr in general... which is kind of obvious but still. it’s kind of amazing. one of the most fucked up romantic scenes ever (because honestly, who knew i’d love a scene where someone almost kills the woman he loves so much?) it’s bizarre that it’s so good, and telling about the x files that it works so well. scully loves mulder so well that she follows him into a dangerous zone even though she knows she might not be able to save him and probably expects to find him dead. mulder loves scully so much that he can hold back from shooting her even though he can’t hold back from shooting himself, and scully loves mulder so much to not leave until she saves him. i mean, come on. 

redux ii: it should be explained that part of the reason i love this episode so much is because of what preceded it. i freaked at the gethsemane cliffhanger, because unlike every other plot point in the show (at this point i knew every damn thing that happened thanks to the mulder and scully tag on tumblr and some very compelling gifsets... thanks tumblr!!), i had NO IDEA IT WAS COMING. i mean, i obviously knew mulder wasn’t dead, but i thought scully didn’t know that. (i’d seen gifs of the scene from the truth where scully is hugging mulder and crying and saying “my god where have you been… where have you been hiding” and i thought that might be from the s5 premiere since i had absolutely no context past that [that would make a cool fic actually] but in retrospect i should’ve figured it out by the hair alone.) so i freaked, wrote a big philosophical piece in my s4 review about mulder’s fake death and scullys probable guilt over his fake death, and then watched redux i and felt very stupid. also i didn’t think much of redux i (it was so freaking boring!!). however, when i watched redux ii later that night, i spent the entire episode inwardly screaming at all the touching. like i kept expecting it to dial down on the plot points (because at this point i expected like two big things per episode) but it didn’t and i was so damn hooked! like i freaked at the fake samantha even though i knew it wasn’t real. i freaked at all the hand holding. i freaked at the bill scully scenes. it was such an experience and i love it to death.

field trip: this is actually a more recent find, although i tried to rewatch a couple times. i rewatched it over christmas break, during a period where i felt like i was “rediscovering the x files” and was like “goddamn how did i not remember how good this is?!” it’s basically another study of their partnership, but it’s like the alternate, angstier bad blood - it shows how mulder and scully need each other. more specifically in their set roles for each other - believer and skeptic, yada yada yada. they start the episode fighting about those roles, and then, like all good tear-your-heart out seshes, they’re “proved right” - in scully’s case, in the worst way possible. (i mean, think about it. in scully’s hallucination, she thinks the last thing she ever said to mulder was a fight.) and the most telling thing is that they get that something is wrong as soon as they’re told they are right. they want to be challenged! they want to be proven wrong! they’re yin-yang - they need the opposite of themselves for balance. they complete each other in the best way possible. (i have a lot of feelings about this okay.)

28. IWTB or FTF? Why?

ftf, because it’s 10x better than iwtb, because the msr is very on point (the kiss scene and antarctica scenes kill me every time), because rob bowman is an amazing director, because ftf had a cohesive storyline, because it manages to entertain me for the entirety of the movie.

(x files ask)