#i kinda wanna do skinner next???

[heldenherzchen]

"why are you dressed like a police officer?" — "because i am one?"

[sensei-venus]

aaahhh Hawk and Anthony both liking chubby girls 🤭 I gotta know what Hawk tells Anthony in advice tho definitely good for a pt 2 if you wanna do that haha

(Unedited, didn’t write this on anything but tumblr so I’m not copying pasting this into my editing system, I’m lazy) (This is decent but I want to use this plotline in the future for Anthony/Reader if people like it because I think it’s a cute twist on who Anthony’s Reader is, kinda like the whole LaRusso!Reader)

The two boys sat down next to each other on the pool chairs. Anthony fidgets in his seat as he looked around the pool area for something to take his mind off what just happened. He felt a little embarrassed about the fact that he got caught by Hawk checking out his girlfriend. It wasn’t his fault she was hot.

“So do you know the basic’s?”

“What?”

“Do you know the basic’s? You know how to pick up chicks?”

“Kinda? I mean I haven’t really dated anyone before but I know how to ask someone out.” Anthony made a weird hand motion making Hawk roll his eyes.

Hawk stated off over to the pool, his eyes scanning for his girlfriend who had wondered off with Moon to go swimming. His eyes finally found her on the other end of the pool, swimming and playing tag with Moon,Robby and Miguel. Demetri was on the side of the pool calling foul’s but it ended with his girlfriend and Robby splashing him and then dragging him back into the pool with them. Hawk smirked as he watched her float around and laugh, joking with Moon about something.

“Sooo you clearly like thick girls or you wouldn’t be trying to eye up my girlfriends tits and ass. What do you need help with?”

Anthony huffed as he leaned back on the chair. He coughed into his hand saying “I don’t know man, smaller girls, skinner girls are kinda….I just like bigger girls ok but it’s kinda hard to get close to them? It’s hard to explain.” He scratched at his neck as he looked down at his hands.

Hawk grunted, his mind wondering back to when he first meet his girlfriend. Their first meeting, their first date, first kiss, first smile, first everything. He reminded when he first heard her laugh at one of his snarky comments, when she smiled at a joke he made. He reminded the very first time he kissed her soft lips in the malls food court on their third date. She was something else. He did remember how hard it was trying to break her hard shell and when he did she was so beautiful underneath it. She was proud, happy, spirited and sweet. Everything he liked.

“No I get it, it’s harder, in the dating pool when you like bigger girls. Some girls are reluctant to even talk to you if you show any kind of interest in you. Kinda depending on what kind of personality you like on a girl too. What do you like? Hot heads? Girly girls? Tomboys maybe?”

Anthony looked over at the older boy before looking around in slight embarrassment. Talking to someone in person is different then looking stuff up online or going on forms for advice. He looked around for a minute. The pool was slowly starting to even out and the crowed lessing by the minute. His eyes finally landed on a girl sitting on the side of the pool, dipping her feet in.

He looked her up and down, studying her body language and just looking at her. She had thick thighs that pushed together as she sat and clearly I nice ass from how plush she sat. Her belly rolled from her bend over position and her breasts where snug in her top, pushing against the tight bikini top. Chubby arms folded over her tits, possibly trying to hide them. He wished she wouldn’t. She was talking to another girl in the pool and it seemed that the girl was trying to talk her into getting into the pool. And it was pretty obvious she was not into it.

Hawk noticed when he didn’t get a reply back from the younger boy. He raised a brow and looked over to the boy, his eyes following where Anthony was looking. He smirked as soon as he laid eyes on the girl. He flicked at his sunglasses as he sat up in his chair.

“Ah so you like they shy type, should have guessed with you. Smart mouth going after a shy girl is right up your alley.”

Anthony looked back over at Hawk with a frown on his face, he snorted in annoyance.

“Hey I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. Shy girls are different, kinda hard, but I feel like you like a challenge.”

Hawk wiggled his eyebrows.

“What are you guys talking about?”

The two boys looked up and found Hawk’s girlfriend standing over them. She was dripping wet from the pool, Hawk grabbed for a towel and handed it to her. She bent down and kissed him before throwing the towel over herself and sitting down next to her boyfriend.

“Anthony hear just wanted some advice on dating- it seems we have a lot in common, but it looks like he might have a little crush, love at first sight on someone already.”

His girlfriend cocked her head for a moment before Hawk turned around and pointed at the girl by the pool side.

She followed his gaze and perked up at the sight of the girl. She giggled and turned around slapping at her thighs in excitement.

“Wait Anthony has a crush on Bert’s cousin? That's so cute!”

Both boys almost shot up out if their seats.

“Wait what?! Bert's cousin?!”

Almost on command Bert popped up out of the crowed and walked over to the girl. He patted her on the back which made the girl smile, Bert said something before leaning down and hugging her and giving her a friendly kiss to the head before walking off with some of the other dojo kids. He gave a small wave to her before heading off. As soon as he was gone and out of sight she was back to looking shy and lonely by the pool side.

“How is Bert’s cousin so hot? She's related to Bert of all people.”

Hawk and his girlfriend rolled their eyes at his statement. Hawks girlfriend couldn't help but coo as she struggled into Hawks side. She giggled as Anthony looked at the girl again. A flush started to appear over his face and it wasn't from the heat.

The girl smiled saying “You should go talk to her, I heard she is super sweet. Bert doesn't stop talking about her half of the time since she's moved here. She's like his favorite cousin.”

“Wait moved here? So she's probably transferring to west valley for the upcoming new year?”

“Yep, perfect opportunity to get to know her.”

Anthony looked over her shoulder at Bert’s cousin.

Man she was hot.

“Dude just go for it. Maybe hype her up with the fact you know Bert, throw in some karate flexing, see if you can find out something like her hobbies. Best way to get her out of that shyness for a quick second.”

Anthony nodded at Hawks words before slowly getting up. His hands felt a little clammy as he started to walk away from the two other teens and towards the pool. His eyes held on Bert’s cute cousin.

Hawks girlfriend smiled as she looked back at Hawk.

“I didn't know you where such a good match maker. Is that your secret talent or something you never told me about?” she teased. She poked at his naked chest for a second before she got a chuckle out of him. He messed with his sunglasses for a moment before smirking at her.

“Hum I don't know Princess maybe I am, or maybe just maybe, I'm the “thick girl whisper” or something.” he wiggled his eyebrows at her

Before he could stop her she was reaching over and twisting his nipple, hard. He yelped as he ripped her hand from his now sore nipple. He rubbed at it as he held her hand away from him.

“Well if it's like that then I'm guessing I'm the only “thick girl” of the “thick girl whisper” right.”

“Puff you don't even have to ask babe, your my only thick girl. Your the only babe I need in my life and don't forget that.”

She rolled her eyes before Hawk pulled her into his chest and kissed her head. The two of them watching as Anthony, successfully, chatted with Bert’s shy cousin by the pool.

[mlmxreader]

House Parties | Fox Mulder x gn!reader

request: "Here, take my scarf" With Fox please?

Yeah already missing the cold weather - anonymous

summary: you take your boyfriend to a party.

pronouns used: n/a

warnings: alcohol/smoking/drug references

Mambo No.5 played over the speakers around the house, and while Fox was incredibly overdressed and wasn't at all keen, when you started to dance and sing along to the song, he was thankful that he had allowed you to drag him to a friend's house party; people littered the house, some sat on the stairs and chatted with drinks in their hands, others crowded in the living room with bottles of beer, but the biggest crowd was the one in the kitchen. So packed in that it was hard to believe that it was somebody's house and not a nightclub.

Fox smiled when you came over to him, singing along as you handed him an energy drink can. He had to shout over the music, "at least they're playing something good."

You laughed, chugging down the contents of your own can. "Every day is a good day to play this, though!"

Fox laughed along, taking a swig from his drink; if he was honest, he would have preferred to be down in his office basement going through papers and studying cases, but Skinner and Scully had forced him to take the night off, and by mere coincidence, you had dragged him along the house party.

He caught the smell of weed, but he shrugged it off, even if it made his nose tingle a little where the smell was so strong; he was getting hot, though, and needed to step outside to cool off a little. Gently, he caught your wrist, and got right up close to your ear so he knew that you would hear.

"Can we step outside? It's kinda hot."

You nodded, taking his hand in yours and weaving through the crowd with ease, stepping out onto the patio and giving the cigarette smokers a kind greeting before you headed down the bottom of the garden with him. Although you could still hear the music, it was quieter and the air was so cold it made Fox shiver.

"Cold?" You chuckled, and when he nodded, you pulled the scarf from around your neck. "Here, take my scarf."

"You don't have to-" he shut up when you got chest to chest with him so you could do it up, a hopeful smile on his lips. He was rewarded for his silence when you pressed your lips to his and hummed. "Thanks."

"No problem," you mused, running a hand through his hair. "Anything for my boyfriend."

Fox took a quick look around, placing his hands against your chest and letting you hold his waist as he hummed softly. "I'm actually feeling a bit warmer, now..."

"Wait til you go back in," you teased, kissing that spot just next to his ear. "But when you wanna leave, just say, yeah?"

"Of course," he agreed with a shrug. "You know I will."

[hockeylvr59]

What Ifs, Part 3 || Jeff Skinner

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: I’ve been trying to write this part for at least six months so it feels good to finally get it finished. Hope you’re ready for some fluffy Christmas content in April, and a boatload of sexual tension and some idiocy. Set Fri/Sat Dec. 13th/14th. See next post & 010 tag for Jeff’s apartment inspiration and the Christmas tree inspiration. 

For a quick recap: You met Jeff at a spillway in northern PA and met up with him at a beach in Erie a few days later. After that daily conversation ensued and he visited you to go to a college football game before you surprised him at a Pens/Sabres game he didn’t think you were coming to. He kissed you postgame and murmured that he would very much like to fuck you after you teased him as he headed to the team bus. 

Warnings: sexual tension ||  Word Count: 5,472

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Light snowflakes were falling, landing on your car’s windshield and then quickly melting. Christmas music played softly over the radio, while you followed your phone’s navigation through the streets of Buffalo, New York. There was just something about Christmastime that caused little bubbles of joy and excitement to course through your entire body. Those bubbles grew two sizes larger when you thought about the week ahead. 

It had been a month and a half since you’d seen Jeff in the bowels of PPG Paints Arena, had felt his arms wrapped around you, felt the press of his lips against yours. Since then, you hadn’t been able to get those brief moments out of your head. Though you talked with Jeff basically every day, and your conversations had become more intimate, you hadn’t talked about the fact that he’d kissed you and you certainly hadn’t talked about his declaration that he would indeed like to fuck you. Finally though, after a month and a half, you were less than 12 hours away from seeing him face-to-face once more. 

Pulling into his apartment’s parking garage, you gathered the trash you’d accumulated during the six-hour drive before climbing out of the car, stretching out your body. You’d finished your last final this morning and per Jeff’s request had immediately packed up before hitting the road. You’d be asleep when he got in from tonight’s road game, but when you woke he’d be there and that was more than enough motivation to not delay your trip until tomorrow. 

Throwing your trash into your purse to take inside, you gathered the rest of your bags and locked your car. Stepping into the apartment complex’s lobby, you stopped at the doorman/security officer’s desk. Two minutes later, you had a key in hand along with a note and were directed to press the button for the fifteenth floor in the elevator. Stepping off the elevator, you searched for the right apartment, stopping in front of it with a sigh. Setting your bag down, you fumbled with the key for a moment but as soon as the door swung open you couldn’t help but smile. Though it was clearly a bachelor’s apartment, the atmosphere was immediately calming, something you very much needed after a long day. 

Setting your bags down, you slipped your shoes off and made your way into the kitchen where you leaned yourself against the counter to read Jeff’s note. His scratchy script urged you to make yourself at home, rambled about how excited he was to see you, insisted that you use the money he’d left on the counter to order dinner, and left channel information for the television so that you could watch the game. Just above the scrawled Jeff, his final sentence brought a warm flush to your cheeks. 

The guest bedroom is all yours if you want...but I’d love nothing more than to come home to you in my bed. 

You’d shared a bed before, but that was prior to the not so innocent encounter you’d had in Pittsburgh. Still, something pushed you to carry your things down the hall, past what you assumed was the guest room and into what was clearly the master suite. Leaving them on the bed to deal with later, you returned to the main living space of the apartment, taking a few minutes just to wander around. Jeff had pictures of his family on shelves by the tv which was hung on the wall above a gas fireplace. Looking out the window, you could see the arena just a few blocks away and couldn’t help but laugh knowing Jeff hated long commutes. Turning back to the apartment’s interior, you noted that his large sofa looked warm and comfortable, and he certainly had a chef’s kitchen even if he was no chef. As promised, there were a pair of twenty-dollar bills tucked under a fruit bowl on the island and you decided maybe it was time for dinner since it was nearly seven o’clock. 

After searching for local restaurants you decided that game food sounded good and so you placed an order for chicken strips, mozzarella sticks, pretzel sticks, and deep-fried cheesecake for dessert.  Since Jeff had threatened you not to even think about paying for the food yourself you complied and noted that you were paying with cash. With food on its way, you moved to try and figure out Jeff’s tv, settling it onto the channel for the game, pregame programming already playing. 

It wasn’t long before Jeff’s face came across the screen and immediately your heart fluttered. It was silly because you watched Jeff’s games all the time (at least when they didn’t conflict with the Penguins), but for some reason watching it while sitting in Jeff’s apartment felt different. Just before puck drop, you got the alert that your food was downstairs so after slipping on some shoes, you grabbed the cash and key and made your way down to get it. 

With dinner spread out across the coffee table, you got yourself a glass of water and settled in on Jeff’s couch. About midway through the first period, he snuck the puck through the goalie’s legs and into the back of the net causing you to let out a cheer. Just before the end of the second, he buried another puck past the goalie to give the Sabres a two-goal lead. Watching Jeff play so well made a content smile settle onto your face as you cleaned up your leftovers and trash before snuggling under the blanket that was tossed over the back of the couch. With your eyes occasionally fluttering shut, you missed what preceded the tussle Jeff was currently in with a player on the opposing team. Immediately anxiety filled your body, but soon you watched as Jeff was led to the penalty box appearing no worse for wear as he continued to chatter away. 

By the time the game ended, you had already started to fall asleep on the couch, so you decided it was time to head to bed, tidying up before locking the front door and retreating to Jeff’s bedroom. There you changed into pajamas before setting your suitcase on a chair in the corner. Brushing your teeth and washing your face was all you needed to do in the bathroom and after plugging your phone in, you flipped off the lights and tugged the covers back climbing into bed. Soon, with your body sinking into the comfortable mattress, you were out like a light. 

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“Shh, it’s just me…go back to sleep.” You heard whispered as you stirred. You had no idea what time it was, but as the bed shifted beside you, part of you realized that Jeff had arrived home. Unconsciously, you shifted toward him and a warm set of arms draped around your waist as you settled your head against his shoulder and dozed right back off. 

When you actually awoke, the room was filled with the faintest morning light. It was only then that you processed the fact that your entire body was tangled with Jeff’s, pressed tightly against him. Your head was still on his shoulder, your bodies touching from your chests to your hips, and your legs were entwined with his. Your mind raced to figure out how to best extract yourself when you felt Jeff’s chest vibrate under you. 

“Morning.” He murmured, his voice groggy. Lifting your head, you glanced up to see that his eyes were still filled with sleep and he had a sleepy smile on his face as he gazed right back down at you. 

“Morning…” You whispered back, shifting the hand that had been curled against Jeff’s chest to run through your hair. 

“Sorry if I woke you coming in last night…” Jeff said, yawning softly. 

“I don’t think you did…” You whispered. “I don’t actually remember you climbing into bed.” 

“Then it was just your body that noticed.” Jeff teased. “Because you shifted to cuddle me immediately.” A warmth crept over your cheeks but Jeff’s smile only grew, still lazy and soft due to the early morning hour. “Was kinda nice,” Jeff explained with a small shrug. “Told you I wasn’t going to complain if you chose my bed.” He continued, his lips dropping to press gently against your forehead. 

After stretching slightly, you finally dropped your arm back to Jeff’s torso, your fingers grazing against his abdomen. A low groan slipped from his lips and he moved his hand to lace his fingers with yours. 

“As much as I wanna stay here…” He mumbled. “Want you to keep touching me.” He added under his breath. “We should probably get up before I have an even bigger problem.” This time when your eyes met his, they were a shade darker than just a minute ago and your saliva caught in your throat at what he was implying. 

“Mmmm...yeah…” You agreed, working to extract your body from his. “I um...I’m gonna use the guest bathroom real quick...do you have stuff for breakfast in your fridge?” Jeff’s expression was unreadable as he watched you climb from bed, making your way towards the hallway door. 

“I’m sure we can find something.” 

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By the time Jeff made his way out into the kitchen, you had managed to find a package of pancake mix and some bacon and eggs in his fridge and were hard at work making breakfast. Without saying a word, Jeff moved to start some coffee before taking over the skillet with the eggs from your hands. 

“Let me help.” He chided. With the two of you working side by side, it didn’t take long to have breakfast made and once it had been served onto plates, Jeff paused, pulling you into his arms. “I haven’t had a proper hug yet.” He explained, almost whiny about it. Settling your arms around his waist, you returned his hug, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you. “So glad you’re here.” Jeff declared, kissing your head once more before pulling away.

Settled at his kitchen island you ate breakfast in comfortable silence. When you were finished, Jeff took your dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. As he did so your eyes raked over his body, dressed only in sweats and a t-shirt. He was so attractive that you had to force yourself to look away before he caught you staring. 

“So what’s the plan for today?” You murmured, not sure what exactly he had in mind since you’d let him plan pretty much everything. “Or I guess I should ask about today and the rest of this week?” You added, realizing that beyond the fact that he had one home and one away game, you had no idea what his schedule was like. 

Jeff turned to lean against the counter across from you as he responded, his smile bright and eyes twinkling. 

“I thought maybe today you could help me decorate?” He suggested. “We have the day off so I’m all yours. Then tomorrow we just have practice so I was thinking you could play tourist for a bit and then we could go out for dinner, maybe introduce you to Jack or some of the other guys.” After laying out his thoughts for weekend plans, Jeff paused for a moment to let you respond, and when you simply nodded he continued. “Monday we play at home, I already have your game ticket. Tuesday is a quick up and back to Toronto, we’re literally flying up in the morning and back after the game. I think a few of the guy’s girls are going if you have your passport on you and would be interested, but no pressure there if you want to stay here and veg for a day.” Warmth flooded through you at Jeff’s acknowledgement that this trip could be a lot and that if you needed some quiet time during it that was more than okay. At the same time though you couldn’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed at fact that he wanted you to meet his teammates and their significant others. 

Jeff pulled his lower lip between his teeth and his fingers rubbed at his neck before he spoke once more. “And then uh...Wednesday we have our team Christmas stuff, an official organization family skate in the morning and then Jack is hosting just the team and dates to his place for the evening…” 

“Oh uh…” You breathed, having no idea that all of that was going on while you’d be here. Sensing that your brain was spinning away from you, Jeff rounded the island. 

“But uh...we can talk about that later. I don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Let’s just see how things play out okay?” He offered and when his fingers laced with yours you found yourself nodding. “Good…” Jeff breathed. “I just want you to enjoy being here.” His concern, the way his eyes spilled over you, it all made you want to shiver in the best way. 

“So...decorating?” You mused, bringing your mind back to focus on the day ahead instead of dwelling on everything else and the weight all of it held. 

“Yep...go get dressed.” Jeff prodded, lifting you off of the stool with ease and placing you on your feet. His show of strength sent a spark through you and you nodded, retreating back to the bedroom to dig through your bag for clothes. Fifteen minutes later, you had pulled on a pair of jeans, a snuggly sweater, warm socks, and had done a really light coat of makeup before sliding into your tennis shoes and grabbing your coat. 

“Ready?” Jeff inquired from his spot on the couch in the living room. 

“Yep.” You replied, taking in Jeff’s similar outfit and the way it clung to his form. Sliding your phone into your pocket and grabbing your wallet, you followed him down to the garage, sliding into the passenger seat of his SUV with just a little help. Once he had pulled the car out onto the downtown Buffalo streets, his hand fell to rest over yours and you looked over at him, biting your lip at how natural the warmth of his palm felt. 

With Christmas music playing over his car’s speakers, the drive was quiet and almost a bit stifling. Then Jeff murmured once more that he was really glad you were here and the way he glanced over at you told you that he meant that with everything in him. 

“I’m glad I’m here too.” You replied, heart fluttering a bit no matter how much you tried to control it. Jeff drove out of the city and into the surrounding suburbs before pulling into the parking lot of a Walmart. When he parked, you climbed out, dropping down onto the pavement before meeting him at the rear of the vehicle. 

“And here I thought you were taking me somewhere more exciting than a Walmart.” You joked softly, bumping your shoulder into his arm. Jeff’s cheeks turned a little pink as he walked beside you into the store. 

“I figured we’d get the ornaments and garland and everything first and then head to the tree farm to pick the tree.” He explained rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t really have any decorations here.” He mumbled under his breath causing you to look up at him curiously. “I’m fairly close to home, usually traveling, and haven’t really had a reason to decorate before.” He shrugged. You nodded, letting him grab a cart as you followed him into the store. In the back of your mind you couldn’t help but focus on his words though. Neither of the first two points had changed all that much so was the driving factor the third...and if so was that reason you? Though you wondered, you didn’t ask, instead just pushing it to the back of your mind once more. 

Being that it was already mid-December, the Christmas section of the store was fairly well decimated and you watched Jeff’s eyes go wide as if he didn’t expect that. Giggling to yourself, you moved over to the rack of tree lights which was mostly empty but still had a few boxes of both white and colored left. 

“What color lights do you prefer?” You asked him softly knowing that was as good a place as any to start. Jeff looked at you like he honestly had no idea so you grabbed the remaining few boxes of white lights, tossing them into the cart he was pushing. 

“I didn’t expect everything to be gone.” He whispered softly as he pushed the cart down the empty aisles. There was one container of white glass ornaments tucked onto the back of a shelf but otherwise there really wasn’t much of anything. 

“Jeff it’s mid-December.” You murmured back leaning against the cart. Sensing his distress you rested your hand over his. “Is there a Michael’s nearby?” You asked, pulling out your phone to check when he didn’t seem to know the answer. Finding one about fifteen minutes down the road, you grabbed the container of white balls since they’d go with anything, a box of ornament hooks, and you then urged Jeff to head to check out with your meager findings. 

Back at the car, you plugged the address into his GPS and squeezed his hand assuring him that Michael’s would have plenty of decorations left for him to choose from. It didn’t take long to drive to the craft store and when you led Jeff inside this time you couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on his face at seeing aisles upon aisles of Christmas and other decorations. Starting in the aisle full of ornaments, you asked him what he liked and what kind of aesthetic he wanted for his tree. 

For a moment he just looked back and forth like this was too many options before finally pointing to some wooden carved ornaments and how those looked kind of cool. Finally getting somewhere, you smiled and pulled a few of each design off the hooks setting them into the cart. After suggesting various colors of ornaments which received faces with varying degrees of dislike, you finally picked up a container of dark green balls and a pondering face crossed Jeff’s face. 

“Forest green with the white balls from Walmart and the wood?” You reminded him trying to get him to picture how it would all look together. 

“Do you think it would look good?” He asked and when you nodded he offered his hand out for the container to put it into the cart. Spotting a similar container that was just a little smaller with silver balls, you grabbed those as well putting them into the cart and shrugging at his questioning glance. 

“You need at least a little bit of sparkle. So just a little metallic.” You insisted. Deciding that should be sufficient ornament wise, you moved down the aisles to find something that would serve as a nice garland and fit with the aesthetic Jeff seemed to like. A few aisles over you found strings of wooden balls and you showed Jeff before adding them to the cart. Then you disappeared into the depths of the store before coming back with wide-width forest green velvet ribbon which would give the decorations just a little bit more depth. 

Jeff just watched you maneuver through the store before asking if you had everything you needed. For a moment you nodded but as you made your way to the check out, you spotted pine cones and added a container of those as well knowing that would be the perfect finishing touch. 

“Oh…we need a tree topper too.” You said, stopping out of nowhere right in front of the cart before tugging him off in the direction of the toppers before picking out a simple but pretty silver star to go on top. 

“Now are we done?” Jeff asked, though his expression was one of amusement not annoyance. Pausing for a moment to look over what was in the cart, you then nodded finally letting him go check out with all of your goodies. It was going to be a pretty tree, well once you actually picked out a tree. 

As Jeff unloaded the cart, you noticed that he had picked up a few small wreaths. One was just plain and you weren’t sure what he had in mind for that but the other was simple but pretty and perfect for a door and the command hook he unloaded alongside of it suggested that he’d thought the same thing. There was also a tree stand which was probably going to be helpful, and a white faux fur tree skirt. 

It didn’t take long for Jeff to pay for all of the decorations before grabbing the bags and guiding you back out into the cold weather to the car. Shivering slightly from the wind, you tugged your coat tighter around you as you climbed into the passenger seat again, reaching for the seatbelt. 

Within just a few minutes of Jeff starting the car though, you were warm from head to toe and you realised he’d turned the seat warmer on for you. While you were still in a fairly commercial neighborhood, Jeff pulled into a Starbucks drive-thru and ordered warm beverages for the next part of your day. From there he drove even further away from the city and you watched the northern New York countryside pass by your window unsure of whether the warmth you were feeling was solely emanating from the seat and beverage or from the way Jeff made you feel. 

As you drove farther into the countryside, a light snow covered the ground and trees making everything look that little bit prettier. Seeing the tree farm up ahead you couldn’t help but bounce a little in your seat because this was something you’d never done before. Your family has always had an artificial tree so you’ve never picked out a real one before. 

Following Jeff because he clearly knew what he was doing in this regard, you moved through the rows of trees behind him, eyes wide at just how many there were. 

“Have you seen any you’ve liked?” Jeff asked, popping up behind you somehow after a few minutes.” Jumping a little you smacked his arm gently for scaring you. 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking for…” You murmured. “It’s your tree.” You reminded, shrugging your shoulders after sticking your hands back in your pockets because it was cold. Jeff’s chuckle filled your ears and he reached to pull one of your hands out of your pocket, tucking it into his own as he led you down the row of trees pointing out a couple that he liked. Reading his body language, you urged him that the one he really liked but wouldn’t say so was the one and after that he handed you the keys, kissing your temple and telling you to go warm up while he got the tree paid for, cut down, and loaded up. 

From the car you watched as, with the help of the lot’s employee, Jeff loaded the tree up onto the top of the SUV and got it tied down. Soon after that you were off to head back into the city Jeff asking what you wanted for lunch since it was already that time of day. 

“I can just make something when we get back.” You assured him, not minding cooking for the two of you. Jeff murmured back that he didn’t invite you here to cook for him all week and you sighed softly replying that you didn’t come up expecting to not do anything all week either and that you could handle a few meals. A moment later he nodded, deciding that this wasn’t something worth going back and forth over and he turned his attention back to the road as the city loomed in front of you once more. 

Having reached the garage of his building once more, you moved to grab as many shopping bags as you could so that you could get them inside and ready to decorate the tree which you weren’t quite sure how Jeff was going to get inside and up to the fifteen floor as you had a feeling it was too tall for the elevator. 

You realized Jeff had come to this same conclusion moments after you did when he cursed under his breath. 

“Let me get all the breakable decorations upstairs and then I can come help you with the tree?” You suggested. Jeff seemed to agree but when you came back down, he was carrying the tree with the help of the building’s doorman, brushing off your help and just asking you to go wait on his floor to open the stairway door. 

Shaking your head to yourself, you took the elevator back up not envying the poor doorman helping Jeff to carry a tree up fifteen flights of stairs. At the top, you waited for them, holding the door up when they approached and then moving to hold the apartment door open as well before moving out of the way as they leaned the tree against a wall. While Jeff talked to him, you retreated into the kitchen to try and figure out what to make for lunch, deciding to make up a quick stir fry because that wouldn’t take long after defrosting some chicken in the microwave. 

You were grabbing some things from his freezer and searching for another pan when Jeff appeared behind you making you jump again. 

“You gotta stop that.” You chastised, looking over your shoulder at him. “And I hope you are going to do something nice for your poor doorman.” You added teasing, nodding when Jeff assured you that he was getting him game tickets and a signed jersey. When he asked if he could help you shook your head telling him that he should go figure out where he wanted to put the tree and get it set up so that you could start decorating after lunch. 

“Alright, just holler if you need something.” He agreed before moving back around the island to the living room leaving you to navigate his kitchen to make up a quick lunch. By the time you had all your ingredients ready, the chicken was defrosted and you put it into the pan with just a little bit of water to start cooking, adding in the vegetables shortly after that. When everything was looking good and ready, you added in the stirfry sauce and added the rice to the small pot of water you had brought to a boil. 

Within 20 minutes you were serving lunch onto plates and calling Jeff to come eat, laughing at how he was struggling with the tree. Moving to lend him an extra set of hands quickly, you managed to help him get the tree into the base and secured so that it would stand on its own. Repeating that food is ready, you smile at how flushed his cheeks are before moving back into the kitchen teasing that now you understand why he’s never decorated before. 

Getting ice from the icemaker you didn’t hear him say that he never had anyone worth decorating for, though those words would have brought tears to your eyes if you had. 

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After lunch you let Jeff finish up the dishes while you worked on pulling all the decorations out of their bags. With everything laid out, you turned some Christmas music on from your phone to set the mood again. 

When Jeff came in he turned on his gas fireplace and taking a strand of lights you’d already plugged in and checked from you, he started to wrap the lights amongst the branches working his way from the bottom of the tree up. It was almost seamless, the rhythm you settled into with you checking the lights and unwinding them before Jeff took them to continue wrapping around the tree until it was fully lit once plugged in. 

“It already looks pretty.” You grinned signaling to him that he’d done good work with the lights. 

Jeff just smiled that bright smile back and you reached to open one of the containers of ornaments while also grabbing the box of hooks. Again, the two of you took turns putting hooks on the ornaments and handing them to each other, making sure that each color and type was dispersed evenly around the tree. As you hung one of the wooden ornaments toward the middle of the tree you felt Jeff press up behind you, hanging a silver ball above your head. The heat of his body made you shiver and as he pulled away his hand slid along your waist as he steadied himself. You didn’t say anything for a moment before asking him to hand you one of the green balls. 

Jeff pressed against you from behind twice more while tucking pinecones up into the branches of the tree and he slid against you while passing to grab the ribbon to drape around it. Each time he did so, a jolt sparked through your body, but that little voice in the back of your mind insisted that he didn’t mean it like that. Focusing on draping the wood garland so that it was spaced opposite the ribbon, you didn’t see Jeff’s eyes rake over your body or the way they softened as you hummed along to the Christmas carols. When everything was finally on the tree you reached to hand him the star to top it off insisting that he do it since it’s his tree. 

For a moment Jeff hesitated before he reached to set the star on top before stepping back to admire the tree with you for a moment before you shifted it back toward the wall and got it plugged in, adding water into the base now that it wasn’t going to be moved anymore. The final step was adding the skirt around the base which Jeff insisted you do since you were already down there with the water. Once that was done, you smiled at how pretty it looks and hugged him from the side declaring that it looked worthy of a magazine. 

Cleaning up the packaging, you watched as Jeff moved to hang the one wreath on his door while the other was placed under the fruit bowl in the center of his island with pinecones and a small green and white ornament tucked into it. 

“Good work Mr. Skinner.” You grinned, washing your hands from the pine so that any pollen didn’t irritate your eyes. “Your apartment is ready for Christmas now.” His dimple was showing and his eyes flashed with something you didn’t understand as you peeked over at him suggesting that they watch a Christmas movie since they were done decorating. 

Jeff agreed and you settled onto the couch handing him the remote as he pulled your feet into his lap before draping the throw blanket over your legs. After checking for your approval, he settled on Elf and you couldn’t help but smile as he quoted along to the movie. 

Pausing after one movie to order dinner in and eat, you settled back in, bellies full, this time putting on the first Santa Clause. Instead of sitting like you had before, this time you sat next to him, leaning into the same space. When his thumb dropped down to brush against your inner thigh part way through the movie you felt a buzz form low in your core that didn’t stem from the bottle of wine you’d shared with dinner. 

Jeff seemed to have no idea of what he was doing nor any idea the effect it was having on you. Yawning slightly, you murmured that you were going to go use his bathroom to shower if that was okay. You weren’t really paying attention to the movie anyway and you needed a moment to breathe. You’d thought that things with Jeff were different than they had been before Pittsburgh, but he hadn’t made a move or anything so maybe you were wrong. Either way there was no way you were going to stay sane with the pressure of his thumb against that part of your body. 

Tonight, when Jeff slid into bed beside you, you were going to keep some distance. As much as your body wanted to be close to his, it was for the best because there was no way you were going to make it through a week here with him if you didn’t, even if he was your best friend.

[silhouetteofacedar]

Impersonal, Ch. 10

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

She should just go home.

She’s already knocked once, but heard no movement inside.

It’s not like she came here with any concrete plan. One minute she’s sitting on her sofa, trying to read, and the next she’s in her car on her way to Alexandria, rehearsing five different potential conversations she and Mulder could have when he opens his apartment door and finds her standing there uninvited.

Talking’s usually a bad idea, right? They have an unspoken communication that works beautifully; there’s no need to change it. She can turn around, walk down the hall to the elevator, and pretend she was never here. If by chance he heard her first knock, maybe he’d open the door and see no one there and assume it was ghosts. She could spawn another useless, dead-end investigation just by chickening out at Mulder’s doorstep. Skinner would love that report. He could pass it around at the water cooler, get a few laughs

She knocks again in spite of herself, a few raps more than the first.

Maybe he wasn’t home. She glances at her watch. It’s nearing eight on a Friday night. What does Mulder usually do on Friday?

Oh. Oh god.

Up until very recently, he usually does her.

Could he be out with someone else? Part of her thinks the idea is ridiculous, given the signals he’s been sending towards her lately. But maybe there were no signals; maybe it was her own wishful thinking projecting her desire onto him. Maybe-

“Scully,” he says from down the hall, and her heart rate immediately accelerates. He’s holding grocery bags.

“Mulder... I didn’t expect you,” she says stupidly. Really, Dana? You’re in front of his goddamn door.

“Must be fate,” he says with a smile. “Hey, you mind unlocking the door for me? My hands are a little full.”

She hums in assent and pulls out her key ring, flipping to the one for his apartment door. The label with ‘Mulder’ written on it was mostly worn off, but she didn’t need it anymore. She knew by touch exactly which key was his.

God, she’s ruined.

“Thanks,” he says, scooting past her. “You wanna come in?”

Yes yes yes-

“I don’t want to intrude, if you have plans,” she says instead.

“It’s just me and the fish tonight,” he assures her, taking the bags into his kitchen. “Mi casa es su casa.”

“I took German,” Scully reminds him, entering anyway. She hesitates before closing the front door.

It’s been two weeks since she was last in this apartment, under very different circumstances. She’s been here more times than she can count, in various states of duress, but her last visit is the one that hangs over her head. Unfinished business.

“You eat yet?” Mulder calls out from the kitchen. “I was going to heat up some soup.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” she replies, stepping into kitchen and leaning awkwardly against the doorjamb. “Can I help with anything? Since I’m here.”

“You can start the kettle,” he replies, tilting his head towards the stove. “There’s a box of chamomile in one of those bags.”

“You drink hot tea?” Scully asks, somewhat surprised.

He places a quart of orange juice and a carton of eggs in the refrigerator. “You said it might help me sleep,” he explains.

She’s oddly touched that he tried something she’d suggested offhand. “Has it?”

“Not really, but I do it anyway,” he replies, shrugging. “It’s kinda nice.”

Scully looks down, briefly remembering what transpired between them right there in his tiny kitchen. It started on the countertop and ended on the floor…

Mulder’s voice pulls her back into the present. “So what brings you here?” he asks, digging around in a drawer and pulled out a can opener. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

Scully fetches the kettle and takes it to the sink, filling it under the tap. “I actually thought… we should talk.”

“Ooh, talking. Should I be nervous?” he jokes, lighting one of the stove burners. He takes the kettle from her, their fingers brushing. She wonders if he can feel the tension under her skin. “I’m glad you’re here, actually,” he continues. “You seemed kind of off today, and I was wondering if… it was something I did. Or didn’t do.”

“I’m fine,” Scully says softly. “Let’s wait for the tea. And your soup.”

They sit at the table. The table, Scully thinks. The one where she first felt him inside her. It’s somewhat surreal to be sitting at it now, nearly two months later, watching Mulder eat chicken corn chowder and saltines. He offers her the sleeve of crackers and she takes one gingerly, feels it crumble on her tongue.

“So,” he says, dipping a saltine in the soup.

“So,” she replies, absently running a finger along the edge of the tabletop.

“Nice wood, huh?” Mulder asks, grinning at her.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Scully sighs.

“Hey, when you got it, you got it,” he shrugs, then recalculates. “Sorry. I’m being glib.”

“I’m used to it,” she replies. “It’s one of your defense mechanisms.”

“Oh, one of my defense mechanisms?” he says, gestures at himself with his spoon.

“Yes,” Scully says calmly. “You often make jokes to ease discomfort.”

“Well in that case, at least I’m trying to fix something, instead of pretending everything’s fine,” he counters, shoving a saltine into his mouth.

Scully licks her lips. “Mulder, I came here because everything is not fine, and I’m trying to fix it,” she explains. “I hope you can in the very least respect my efforts.”

His face softens, and he nods. “Okay,” he says gently. “Have some of that tea,” he suggests, motioning to her untouched cup.

Scully hums and picks up her mug, letting the steam bathe her face as she takes a sip. It’s cheap chamomile, but it’s warm and comforting.

“I don’t know what I’m doing here, what I should say,” she admits. “I’m terrible at this."

“Say whatever you need,” Mulder replies. “I’m listening.”

“Mulder, I… I’m having a hard time with this. With us.”

“Us,” he says carefully. “If you mean there’s something wrong in our partnership-“

“Not our partnership, Mulder. The you and me outside of work. If there even is a part of our relationship that’s more than professional.”

“Of course there is,” Mulder insists. “We’ve been friends a long time, Scully.”

“Yes, we have,” she agrees. Part of her wants to bail on the conversation right now, leave things exactly as they are. As friends. It would be so easy.

Mulder puts down his spoon. “Look, if this is about me kissing you last night, I’m sorry. Our... arrangement... is over, and I completely respect that.”

“Why did you do it?” Scully asks suddenly. “No jokes, no deflections. Why?”

He looks directly at her, eyes gentle. Almost pleading. “Scully,” he says softly.

“Mulder,” she whispers, “Please.”

“Because… because I’m an asshole, and I wanted to. So I did it. And I thought... it’s stupid, but I thought maybe you wanted it too.” Mulder drops his gaze into the bowl of soup in front of him.

Scully wrestles with her words momentarily. “…It was nice,” she confesses. “I liked it.”

Mulder looks up in surprise. “I didn’t overstep?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“And I think... if you wanted to try it again, sometime... I wouldn’t be opposed.” She feels somewhat nauseous, but forges ahead. “I don’t want to go back to our previous arrangement,” she clarifies. “It wasn’t a good fit for us. For me.”

Mulder opens his mouth, and Scully cuts him off. “Please don’t make a joke about fitting, Mulder, or I swear to God I will leave right now,” she warns.

He raises his hands in acquiescence. “I said nothing.”

“You,” Scully says, resting her face in her hands, “are impossible. Why do I even bother?”

“It’s been six years, Scully. You’re in too deep to quit now.” His eyes sparkle mischievously, and Scully allows herself to smile.

“Which is why going forward I want things to be a little clearer between us,” she continues. “So that no one gets hurt.”

Mulder chews a cracker contemplatively. “You plannin’ on breaking my heart, Scully?”

“I’m more concerned about you breaking mine.”

“I could never,” he declares.

You do every damn day that you don’t touch me, Scully thinks. “You might be surprised.”

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A love left behind - Chapter 4

Charles Smith x Reader

Summary: Your dad owns a ranch in between Thieves Landing and Armadillo, doing business with both Blackwater, Armadillo and Tumbleweed. One day three strange men show up on your land, a man with a scar across his face, an old bearded man whose horse has a literal mustache, and a tall and handsome man, both black and indian you think. What are they doing here and how will you deal with them?

(Warnings: John tries to play matchmaker, and it kinda works?)

(Amazing credit goes to lupivulpes where I found it, I really hope it’s alright that I use it, I love it so much!)

You brushed down one of the horses when you heard hooves galloping in the distance, turning you saw Charles stop his horse near you, and you couldn’t help the smile “Mr. Smith! How are you?” you asked as you moved out of the pen the horses were in, putting the brush down on a bale of hay before walking closer to him as he dismounted. When he turned around you saw that he had the same eagle feather in his hair, and a tiny relaxed smile on his lips, so small that it was easy to miss. “Well, to what do we owe the pleasure Mr. Smith?” you put your hands on your hips, studying him as he held the reins of his horse, “John asked me to come get you, he said that Betsy, the sheep who caused trouble before? He says she won’t join the others again, and now she won’t eat” Charles gently shook his head, his small smile vanishing as he frowned slightly “and since you handled her last time…” you nodded, turning around “let me saddle up (Y/H/N), could you let my father know while I do that?” you called as you went into the stable. Charles nodded and walked towards the main house, knocking and waiting outside politely until your father opened.

“Mr. Smith? What can I do for ya?” your father leaned in the doorway as he spoke, “well, John asked me to come get (Y/N), he said we’re having some trouble with the sheep” Charles cleared his throat, oddly enough feeling small under your father’s stare. Your father leaned off of the doorway, crossing his arms across his chest “and why are you tellin’ me, if he asked for my daughter?” his tone said more than his words, “(Y/N) is saddling up her horse… she asked me to tell you” Charles stated in a simple manner, your father nodding slowly “well, I guess it’s alright” he mumbled, before giving a final nod “alright” he concluded, about to say something else when you exited the barn with your horse, waving at both your father and Charles, your father noticing Charles staring a bit too long at you for his liking “you get her back to me in one piece, ya hear me, son?” your father glared at Charles, making him nod before going down to meet up with you, and your father didn’t like one bit that Charles didn’t call you miss, or your last name, but remembered the conversation you had a few days earlier, which was the reason for holding his tongue.

You smiled as Charles approached and saddled up, you doing the same. Riding out of your ranch towards Beecher’s Hope.

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You were riding in silence, until you decided to break it, looking to Charles “if I may, you said that John said there was some trouble with Betsy, you ain’t seen it yourself?” Charles gently shook your head at your words “no, he asked me to ride straight away” you hummed in response, looking ahead again “your fella, Mr. Marston? Has he done much ranching before?” Charles shook his head with a small chuckle “no, none of us have, so we’re all pretty new to this” he admitted, making you smile “well, you’re doing pretty great for your first time then, my father have a lot of experience and he didn’t dare buy Beecher’s Hope. But you’ve done a lot of good with the place, I just hope you don’t get any trouble from the Skinner Brothers” you mumbled the last part with worry, glancing at Charles to find him already looking at you, making the both of you look ahead quickly, both of your cheeks red.

“Well, we had some, but we made it” Charles admitted, making you look at him with wide eyes “you survived the Skinner Brothers?? How?” Charles looked a bit flustered “they’re just angry men on a rampage, and John and I-... we have some uh… experience with men like that” you gave a quiet ‘huh’ at his statement, thinking for a second “are you a bounty hunter?” Charles glanced confused at you “or is Mr. Marston?” you added, Charles shrugged “I believe John sometimes does bounty hunting with an old friend, but he doesn’t want Abigail to worry, so he doesn’t mention it” Charles shrugged once more, glancing at you to find you being the one to already look at him this time “and you?” you asked with a small smirk, Charles looking at you confused once me “are you a bounty hunter?” you added, making Crales shake his head “no, that work ain’t the kind for me”.

You arrived at Beecher’s Hope, coming to a halt near the sheep and getting off of your horse, inspecting the sheep, a frown resting on your face, Charles stepping up besides you “uh… Mr. Smith?” he hummed in response “that’s Betsy there” you pointed to Betsy, who was laying next to another sheep, chewing on some hay, looking up at you before giving a small ‘baah’ as soon as she had chewed her hay, taking some more into her mouth. You and Charles exchanged confused glancing before hearing John approach “oh hey (Y/N)! Sorry that you had to come all the way out here, the problem with Betsy solved itself, I’m sorry you had to ride all the way out here for nothing”, Charles narrowed his eyes at John as you only shrugged “not to worry, Mr. Marston, Betsy can be some trouble if you don’t know her” you glanced at Betsy, giving her a small smile, not noticing Charles looking confused at John, who merely smirked. “But hey! As an apology, why don’t you, Charles, take (Y/N) into town? On my expense of course, I was the one to call you all the way out here after all” John took a few dollars out of his pocket, handing it to Charles who stood dumbstruck “as an apology to the both of you” John added, and you glanced at Charles, seeing him turn bright red as he caught onto what John was trying to do “I uh-... wouldn’t mind” you mumble, making Charles look down at you, his eyes soft as he cleared his throat, nodding as he walked to his horse, you following him to your own. 

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You arrived in Blackwater, hitching your horses outside a saloon, the two of you just standing there, glancing at each other from time to time “so, what do you wanna do?” you asked, trying to get at least some form of talk going. Charles looked around before shrugging “want to-... see one of those, moving picture things?” you would never have imagined that the tall, handsome, strong and slightly brooding man before you, could act so out of character. “Sure, I’ve never seen one” you smiled softly at him, making him smile softly back at you “me neither”.

You both entered the theater after buying tickets, sitting next to each other as the projector started rolling. Apparently this moving picture was about electricity and that not all electricity was safe. You chuckled lightly as the small man in the frame got struck by lightning from trying to turn on some light, and it was actually entertaining. You however didn’t notice Charles just looking at you, a soft smile on his lips as he studied the way you lit up when you laughed, the way the corners of your eyes crinkled, the way your lips formed when they smiled, and it wasn't until you looked at him that he even noticed his staring, quickly looking back to the moving pictures, even though he hadn’t been paying attention, and so didn’t know a thing of what was going on.

“That was just about the most stupid thing ever” you laughed as you exited the theater, Charles chuckling low at your words “honestly I’d feel better just living off somewhere nice, without all of this modern stuff. I mean don’t get me wrong, seeing these moving pictures and taking the train is fine and all, I’d just much rather travel by horse, maybe read if I was bored” you shrugged, and not having heard a reply from him, you grew oddly nervous “but uh, I mean… there’s nothing wrong with living a modern life” you quickly added, not wanting to offend him in any way, but Charles just chuckled “I get that. I wouldn’t mind just living off of the land” you sighed relieved that he had the same opinion as you “well, look at us then, two people stuck in the ‘old world’” you joked, earning an amused scoff as you headed towards the saloon.

You leaned against the bar, Charles leaning next to you “we could, uhm… order some food?” he scratched the back of his head, and you shrugged “I’m fine with that” you both looked at the meny, ordering before Charles asked you to find a table, while he waited for the food. You sat down at a table a bit in the back, against the window, watching the different people go by outside, though you were interrupted by someone sitting across from you.

“Hey that was quick-” you went dead silent as you saw a stranger sit across from you, and not Charles, looking around briefly you cleared your throat “I’m sorry sir, but that seat is taken” you gave him an apologetic smile, but he didn’t move, just sitting there with his creepy smirk “aw come on sweetie, that don’t work on me, you look so lonely sitting here all by your lonesome” you cringed at his words “I’m not lonely, and I’m not alone, now please move, sir” you frowned as he just laughed at your statement “oh honey, I don’t see no one else around. So, why don’t you and I-”

“Leave” the stranger looked to whoever was speaking, and you gave a sigh of relief when you saw Charles, food in hand. The stranger scoffed “get lost you black or red or whatever bastard” you jaw dropped, standing up and slapping him across the face, which he didn’t seem to like all that much.

“The hell’s wrong with you, woman?! I’ll-” the guy barely finished, Charles having put down the food on another table, grabbed him and threw him across the saloon, your eyes wide, you knew that Charles, by default, was pretty strong, but that was perfect proof right there. Everyone stopped what they were doing, watching as the man staggered back up on his feet, Charles standing in the same spot, arms crossed across his chest, you behind him. The man mumbled something, walking over to Charles, throwing a punch, which Charles just caught, grabbing the man’s wrist “you’re going to turn around, and leave” Charles sounded so calm, like none of this faced him. The man struggled in his grip, cursing at him and when CHarles finally let go, pushing him a bit away, it was clear that Charles gave this man a chance to walk away, which he wisely took, exiting the saloon with his pride hurt.

When Charles turned around to face you, he saw your shocked expression, and quickly began to prepare his apology, but you merely smirked, sitting back down after grabbing the food he put on another table, setting it down in front of him and the empty seat across from you. Charles stared at you bewildered “well go on, it’s not gonna eat itself” you gestured towards the foot, making Charles smile slightly before sitting across from you.

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When you arrived back home it was almost dark outside, and you had the biggest grin on your face, it had been the best evening in a very, very long time, and your father noticed as he came outside “where the hell have you been? I’ve been worried outta my mind!” You merely dismounted and hugged him “goodnight, pa” you giggled, going back to the stables to saddle off (Y/H/N), then go to your own house to go to bed. Your father watching you with confusion, and most of all, worry. What the hell happened for you to be so cheery all of the sudden? You went out to help with a sheep and came back acting like a newlywed, which just made him even more worried at the thought.

[hysterialevi]

His Name Was Isaac - Ch. 4

Fanfic summary: During a mission to avenge his mother’s death, Isaac hunts down the men responsible for her murder and kills them off one-by-one, only to discover that his last target is taking refuge among the Van der Linde gang. In an attempt to kill them, Isaac attacks the gang and unknowingly becomes enemies with his own father, who is in the process of fighting his own battle for redemption.

Point of view: third-person

Author’s note: Thank you guys for all the support you’ve given so far! The messages and comments I’ve received have all been so kind and caring. It really means the world to me. Hope you enjoy this part :)

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LATER THAT DAY

AURORA BASIN

“You ever wonder about eternity?” Mrs. Downes’ voice echoed in Arthur’s head, ringing like a distant bell.

“...You should.”

These days, it felt like that was all he could think about. With Hosea dead, Marston gone, and Dutch’s life hanging by a thread, Arthur often found himself pondering what awaited them in the near-future.

Their gang was pretty much done, despite how much Dutch tried to deny it. He may have acted as if they were still in their prime and running around like in the good ol’ days, but with both the Pinkertons and Skinner Brothers crying out for blood on the horizon, Arthur didn’t see much of a future for them at all. If anything, the only thing he saw coming for the Van der Lindes... was an end.

They were already living on borrowed time as it was. Their gang had experienced so many close calls and damned so many lives, that Arthur figured they were due to pay for their crimes sooner or later. 

He had lived long enough to see that there was no such thing as getting away with a sin, and considering how things had been going for them lately, he assumed that their time would run out before they even realized it.

Civilization was the new foundation for America... and without anywhere else to run to anymore, Arthur only hoped he’d be able to wake Dutch up before it was too late.

Otherwise... he didn’t know what they would do. 

Scribbling down a few more lines into his journal, Arthur threw together a simple portrait of Dutch as he quietly relaxed by the campfire, allowing his mind to drift away with the soft crackling that emitted from the flames.

He had just finished his heated conversation with the old man and left him to rest in the cabin, but even after calming him down, Arthur couldn’t deny that he was still on edge.

The way he acted back there... it was nothing like the Dutch he knew. In Arthur’s head, he still pictured the outlaw as a paternal figure. He saw Dutch as someone who cared for others and dared to question what everyone else accepted as their perpetual reality. 

He was a guardian. A father. A dreamer. A lost soul trying to find his way back home.

But the man in the cabin? ...He was nothing but a stranger to Arthur. His mind and mannerisms both remained a mystery, and the added layer of insanity on top of all that did nothing except further his paranoia. 

His life revolved solely around greed and pride these days, and if Arthur didn’t know any better, he would’ve said that Dutch himself didn’t even care anymore. 

They both knew their life as outlaws was done for. That much was obvious. But the difference was -- only one of them was willing to accept it.

“Spoke with Dutch about the robbery today,” Arthur wrote next to his drawing. “...It didn’t go so well. His illness keeps getting worse, and his mind ain’t doing much better neither. He’s deranged. Lost. Nothing but a memory of his true self.”

“It just makes me wonder how life is gonna be after he passes. I didn’t say it to Dutch’s face back at the cabin... but one of my biggest fears in life is the idea of being left alone. Family’s pretty much the only thing I live for nowadays, and without anyone else to stand by my side, part of me wonders if the world is just gonna stop turning when Dutch dies.”

“I don’t even know if I’ll want to stay with the gang at that point. I suppose I could try to make contact with John and the others once again. Try to live a normal life. But knowing Abigail, she’d probably want nothing to do with me. They have Jack to take care of, after all, and it’s no secret that Abigail despises anything to do with criminals. Not that I blame her.”

“I guess I’ll just have to wait and see where this goes. I ain’t got that many options left in life, that’s true. But that don’t mean I’m not gonna try to do the right thing. We was born to be outlaws. And it’s clear to me now that that’s how we’ll die too. But I may as well try to make amends while I still have the opportunity.”

“It’s the only thing I can do at this point.”

Setting his pencil down with a conflicted sigh, Arthur stuck it in between the pages and shut his journal closed, shoving the thing back into his satchel. He figured he had wasted enough time skulking around in his head for one day, and decided it would be best if he just focused on preparing for the bank robbery ahead.

There were weapons to load, guns to clean, plans to lay out... and judging by how Dutch was doing just a few minutes ago, Arthur assumed most of the work would fall on him and Micah. That was usually how things went.

Before he could return to the task at hand however, a pair of men approached him.

“Morgan!” Shay called out as Bill Williamson walked alongside him.

Arthur mentally groaned to himself, admittedly not in the mood for socializing. “Shay. Bill.”

Mackintosh had a seat at the campfire, making himself comfortable on a crate. “Heard you had a talk with Dutch. How’d it go?”

Arthur took his hat off, combing a tired hand through his hair. “About as well as you’d expect.”

Bill joined in. “So, we’re robbin’ the bank then?”

He put his hat back on. “Yep. Looks like it.”

Shay was obviously disappointed by the news and shook his head in disapproval, glancing at the cabin. “...He’s gonna get everyone killed, Arthur.”

Arthur sighed in a defeated tone. “Look, I tried to get through to him, but his mind’s been set. It’s clear that he ain’t leavin’ Blackwater anytime soon, and if we try to push any harder, I’m worried he’ll kill someone. Dutch already pulled a gun on me when I talked to him. We’ll just have to do our best during this robbery.”

Shay stared at Arthur for a moment, evidently not reassured. 

“...We have seven people, Arthur. Seven. And two are staying behind to guard the camp. That’s four outlaws and a dying man against what, a dozen lawmen? Pinkertons, too? This robbery is gonna be a suicide mission.”

Arthur rested a hand on his knee. “Well, we don’t have a choice. Alright? I don’t like it either, but no matter how unstable he might be, Dutch is still the boss. If he says we’re gonna rob the bank, then...” his eyes fell to the ground, “...that’s what we’ll do. You don’t wanna do it, you can always sit it out.”

“No, I’ll come.” Shay confirmed. “But you can’t deny that this is a stupid idea. We should be movin’ away from the Pinkertons. Not straight towards them. That was kinda the whole reason we even bothered travelin’ this far west.”

Mackintosh let out a breath and backed down for a moment, dragging a hand down his face. “Ah... I’m sorry, Arthur. I dunno why I’m puttin’ all this on you. I know it ain’t your fault. You tried your best to talk to Dutch, so, really... I should be thanking you. I just wish he would’ve listened.”

Arthur nodded in agreement, standing up from the campfire. “...Yeah. Me too. Sadly, my words seem to always fall on deaf ears these days. Feels like no one’s listenin’ to us. Not even ourselves.”

Strolling away from the fire, Arthur suddenly stopped in his tracks when he noticed that someone was missing from the vicinity. He assumed that everyone was at camp and getting ready for their upcoming job in the next few days, but upon further observation, the gang appeared to be one man short.

Arthur turned back to Shay and Bill, quirking a brow at them.

“Hey, have either of you boys seen Micah?”

~~~~~~~~~~

MEANWHILE

BLACKWATER SALOON

Laying the weathered piece of paper down on the desk, Micah presented his roughly-drawn map of Aurora Basin to Isaac as the young man relaxed in a wooden chair, studying the map with one hand and holding onto his rifle with the other. He and Micah may have been partners for the time being, but that didn’t mean he trusted the outlaw for one second.

“...Aurora Basin.” Isaac read aloud, his eyes skimming over the text. “So this is your camp?”

Micah nodded, crossing his arms. “Sure is, cowpoke. You ever heard of it?”

The young man shook his head. “No.”

“Good. Then that means I chose a good spot. Or not, depending on how you approach it.”

Isaac pulled his chair closer, taking a better look at the map. “Well, what’s the best way in? Is it well-defended?”

Micah rested a hand on the desk. “Overall, I’d say yes. There ain’t nothin’ but mountains on the west side of the camp, and the region of Tall Trees completely envelopes the other. If you wanna attack the gang, you’re gonna have to get real close. Unfortunately for you though, there’s only one way in.”

“I thought so. Is it this path here?” He pointed to the road on the eastern side of the map.

“Yep. That’s where we post our guards. We’ve always got two men standing there just in case anyone... unfriendly shows up.”

Isaac leaned back, contemplating his next move. “So... there’s no way in from the east or the west. What about the north and south? Is it possible I could sneak in from there?”

Micah rejected the idea. “Surrounded by mountains too, I’m afraid.”

The young man furrowed his brow. “Well, shit. Looks like this is gonna more difficult than I thought. What about the guards who are posted at the entrance? When do they switch out? That might be the only opening I can seize.”

“Every couple hours or so. But they don’t switch at the same time, so there’s always gonna be at least one person there who can see you.”

The outlaw offered an alternative. “Though... it might interest you to know that the gang’s headed out for a robbery in two days.”

Isaac perked his head up. “It is? Where?”

Micah chuckled. “That information’s irrelevant to you. The part you should care about is the fact that everyone’ll be gone for a while. The only people who’ll be left are the two guards at the entrance. But I’m sure a tough boy such as yourself can handle them just fine. Can’t you?” 

Isaac rubbed his chin in thought. “I should be able to sneak in, but I need to know more about the camp itself first. Where do you keep your supplies?”

Micah pointed to a group of wagons stationed near the hitching posts. “Here. That’s where we store most of our food, weapons, medicine, ammo... you name it.”

The young man diverted his gaze to another location. “And what about this cabin here?”

The outlaw followed his line of sight. “Oh, that? That’s where our leader lives.”

“You mean Dutch van der Linde?” Isaac clarified. “I’ve heard he’s quite the unpredictable man.”

Micah sighed. “Unpredictable, paranoid, and dying. The deadliest combination. I’d suggest leavin’ him alone for now.”

“...I’ll keep that in mind. But tell me more about this robbery. When are you boys setting out? How long d’you reckon you’ll be gone?”

The outlaw took a moment to think. “Oh, I dunno... about an hour, I’d guess? Not a lotta time for you to find the camp and do what you need to do, but it’s the only chance you’ll get. As for when we’re leaving, we usually start robberies early in the morning. We don’t wanna give the law a chance to wake up properly before the chaos ensues.”

Isaac stood up from the desk. “That works for me.”

Micah eyed the young man with a cautionary glare. “...Just remember who helped you get this done, princess. You may be payin’ me, but I still got guns of my own. I won’t hesitate to use ‘em if you leave me no other choice. Understand?”

Isaac took the map and folded it in his hand, casually assuring the outlaw. “Of course, Micah. I won’t forget.”

“Good. Then I think I’ve given you your eighteen dollars’ worth of information. You wanna know more, you’ll have to pay more. For now, though...” Micah made his way to the exit, resting a hand on the doorknob, “...all I can say is good luck.”

“Wait.” Isaac said, stopping the other man before he could leave.

Micah lazily glanced over his shoulder, clearly eager to get out of here. “What is it?”

Isaac took a seat on the edge of the bed, placing his rifle on his lap. He seemed a little too calm for Micah’s liking, and the next words that came out of his mouth did nothing to ease the man.

“...Don’t eat the food after you return from the robbery.” He warned plainly, obviously thinking of something. 

“Otherwise, it won’t be pretty.”

[blissfulparker]

Starving→vampire!tom

Parings→vampire!tom x human!reader

Warnings→blood

Summary→where tom hasn’t had a proper meal in months and you are just the first one to offer up.

A/n→so this is my first vampire fic for @sincerelyfan writing challenge! With the prompt “please, let me take care of you” so I hope you guys enjoy it. It kinda feels weird writing vampire!tom but at the same time I love it.

60 days. It’s been 60 days since Tom last ate. Properly anyways, there was this common myth about vampires that they could only feed off of blood when that wasn’t true. Tom ate normal food too but it really had no nutritional affect on him, it was blood that would help him Survive but he didn’t need it all the time.

He was lucky, lucky he found a nurse. It was almost cliché in his head on how the vampire fell in love with the nurse that can get him blood. Even though he hated human blood, he had to drink it in order to live.

“Tommy?” You call out as you enter the house. It was dark, not pitch place since there was the light of the television.

When Tom didn’t eat, he got cranky, extremely cranky. You flick on the light only to hear him groan.

“Turn it off I have a migraine.” He moans from the living room as he lays down with his hands covering his eyes and has the t.v. On low volume trying to sleep. It was almost like having a teenage daughter for a boyfriend when he didn’t feed. Moody, nothing sounded good, wanted to be in his room all day, everything sounded like death.

“What’s the matter?” You come and sit next to him. He scoots back not exactly wanting to loose control. You smelt like heaven and he loved you too much to loose control.

“You sink.” He covers his nose with his hand. The mixture of bloods caused Toms mouth to water. He was starving but he couldn’t feed on you. He wouldn’t dare do that.

“Fair enough.” You give him a look and start to take off your shoes. “Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong or am I just going to have to let you sit here and pout like a teenage girl?” You look at him and he rolls his eyes and reaches for his water.

You take in how his skin his paler, he looks a tad Skinner, his veins a darker tint of blue then they normally are. He wasn’t eating, you know this stage he went though.

“Well...” He cocks his head and takes a sip of water. “I'm not myself when I'm thirsty.” He mumbled and pulled the blanket back over himself.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to bring in some extra blood? Sara came in earlier this week and I know you like hers—“ if anyone heard this conversation and didn’t know about Toms true identity, you’d sound like a mad-man.

“I don’t want her blood.” He groans and gets up to walk around. He was the worse when he was like this, never knowing what he wanted and would get any food to sink his teeth into.

“Well, you know Haz works at the vet so maybe he can get you some animal blood so you don’t feel so bad—“ you start again and then you notice how he’s looking at your neck, his eyes watching your pulse and he swallows hard and looks away before licking his dry lips.

“I don’t like animal blood. I don’t like blood at all. I feel horrible either way, I shouldn’t have to do this. But I’m starving.” He whines and you step closer. He stops breathing to stop smelling how strong the blood on you is.

“Why don’t you feed off of me?” You ask and he shakes his head pushing you off of him. He walks back to the living room and sits down.

“You’re insane, I told you at the beginning I can’t control myself when I feed, I can’t stop once I get a taste I mean you’ve seen me feed. I’m a monster!” He rubs his hands though his hair and you sit next to him. You place your hand on his wrist and he gets up now upset. “No, don’t do this to me. I can’t have you hurt. I can’t hurt you and I know I will if I get one drop, I know I—“

Tom was no stranger to killing the ones he’s loved. There was a girl far before you, centuries before you. He fed off of her, accidentally killed her in the process. She didn’t want to turn, didn’t want to become a vampire like him and live forever. So he watched her die, he watched her starve herself to death and he claims he remembers her falling pale in her bed and never waking up in his arms.

He blames himself, not for loving her, but for killing an innocent person who never wanted the life he did.

Now he loves you. He didn’t think he could do it again but he fell in deep love again. What was worse was that you are human and you’re going to die one day and he’s still going to live. But he can’t be the reason you die, he won’t let himself.

“Please.” You come closer practically begging. “It’ll be okay, you don’t even have to feed off of me. Tomorrow I can go into work and do my own blood samples and give you a bag.” You suggest and he shakes his head.

“No, because then I’ll have the taste of your blood on my lips and crave it more and more and I will turn into—“ you pause him before he finished.

“You’re not a monster! You were never a monster. so please tom, please let me take care of you.” You come close and hold his arms. You tilt your head causing your scent to drive him wild. Your delicate soft skin was to be bruised after this and he was so scared, so scared.

“Let me know, Promise you’ll let me know when I’ve had too much.” He looks you deeply in the eyes. His eyes filled with passion and fear, no longer the soft brown ones that you fell in love with.

“I promise I will.” You nod and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before getting to work.

“I have to warn you that it will pinch, like a flu shot.” He presses soft kisses around the area he’s about to bite into.

“Tom, I’m a nurse, I’m use to needles.” You chuckle and he lets out a soft laugh that causing goosebumps.

“Some people think it feels good. Others don’t like it. Just tell me please.” He asks for approval again and you hum and soft ‘yes’

You feel it. The flu shot like feeling he told you about just seconds before and almost like a wave of pleasure washes over you. You feel like you’re on top of the world, like it was better than an orgasm in sex. Your hands find his hair and pull him closer only for him to drink more. His hands are occupied on your lower back slowly moving down to your butt to give it a soft squeeze.

“Tom,” you moan out of pleasure but he doesn’t hear you. He’s eating you like you’re his last meal. “Don’t Stop.” You moan and he only groans as he sucks harder.

Then there’s this sudden dizzy feeling, one that didn’t feel so right. The feeling that maybe was the breaking point, Maybe was the point where you should say stop. Although he’s enjoying it too much, you can hear his soft moans and whimpers while you can also hear the strange sound of your heartbeat.

“Wait,” You let go of his curls and start to panic as the feeling becomes more and more. “Wait Tom!” You say a little louder and he can’t hear. “Tom Stop!” You shout loud enough for him to pull back.

He’s soaked, his chin, neck, and once pink hoodie stained in blood. There’s this new look in his eyes, one of fulminant and one of apology.

Your hands find the sore already healing itself and he’s standing there trying to catch his breath.

“Sorry, I just needed a break.” You took a deep breath and sat down. “Did you like it?” You asked and he nodded as he grabs a paper towel to wipe up his chin.

“That was the best blood I’ve ever had.” He takes some from his fingers and sucks it off. You look at him, how happy he is now and think that you wouldn’t mind letting him feed off you more often.

“I can bring in a bag tomorrow if you’re still hungry? Or we can try again later tonight.” You hum and he grows a little smile and looks down at your neck.

“You can’t go in with that, darling.” He lets out a small, soft, laugh as your hand goes over your neck.

“What? Is it that bad?” You ask and he nods.

“That’s another reason why I couldn’t do it, because of that.” He says and you walk onto the bathroom. You remove your hand and see a blackish, purple bruise forming on your skin. Before you barely got noticeable bruises, hickies could be easily hidden. But this, no makeup could cover this up.

You find tom behind you. He looks down at the bruise and then looks at you in the mirror. Your face of shock causes him to laugh. His arms wrap around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“How is that even...” you start and turn around to face him. “How did you even do that?” You asked him and he shrugged.

“It happens to a lot of people, it goes away in about two to three days. I’m really sorry.” He apologized and you shake your head and plant a soft kiss on his lips before breaking off in disgust.

“I know it tastes good to you, but it tastes like iron to me.” You wipe your lips and he laughs as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I know, I know. But you taste so good to me.” He says and you hold his face and gently brush his cheeks with the pad of your thumbs.

“If you let me get some food into my body then I’ll let you feed again?” You offer and he thinks about it, he really does. He enjoys your blood but doesn’t want to loose control.

“I think I can make dinner tonight.” He winks and you rest your head on his shoulder and smile softly.

“You’re the sweetest thing aren’t you holland?” You tease and he cocks his head and licks his lips.

“I could say the exact same about you.”

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[fabulouspatsystone]

This is a little something for @txf-fic-chicks post-ep / missing scene challenge (I hope I’m not to late). No beta, no nothing...I really have no idea what I was doing here, it’s my first time and I just thought what the hell...I would love some feedback. Enjoy! Title: Anger Management Rating: R (for language I guess) Episode: post Syzygy (but no real spoilers) “Scully! You’re gonna, wanna…! - You just…. ran a stop sign back there, Scully.”

“Shut up, Mulder.”

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

And then…radio silence! For the rest of the drive to the airport no words were spoken. He was staring out the window into the dark while she was pretending to be highly concentrated on the road ahead. The car was filled with a disturbing energy that hummed like electricity whispering dark thoughts into their minds. One spark and the whole thing would blow up; one misunderstood word and there would be no escape. She was holding the steering wheel in a tight grip turning her knuckles white; he was grinding his teeth audible in desperate need of sunflower seeds to chew on just to relieve the tension in his body and mind. She noticed the terribly annoying noises he was making even over the sound of the engine and slowly turned her head looking at him with a death stare wordlessly saying ‘I’m gonna kill you in your sleep’. He sighed and resumed his studies of the darkness outside.

The flight back to Washington was pure agony. Mulder was shifting in his seat desperately trying to find a comfortable position without any luck. Scully spend the one and a half hour flight pondering whether she should punch him or not and decided not to…yet! They got their luggage in complete silence and walked to the parking lot in a respectable distance from each other. They had fights before on several cases (on every case to be realistic); strong arguments about his wild theories and her unwillingness to go there with him; endless discussions over suspects, motives and overall circumstances but it was never like this. They were back in Washington, the case was over but the space between them didn’t close. It felt like they were oceans apart, drifting away in their own thoughts, the bond holding them together getting thinner. Neither of them knew why but for some reason they were both not willing to break the spell.

Thank God they drove to the airport separately! “Is it ok for you if I drive my own car or is that too macho for your taste? I mean, I would gladly let you drive me home and I get my car tomorrow by train.” He couldn’t let that one go…She was too tired to pick a fight and just replied with a heavy eyeroll. “See you tomorrow, Mulder” she mumbled getting into her car. She rammed the key into the ignition and drove off with squealing tires. What a jerk…

- Maybe I should call her…on second thought NO! She was the one being unreasonable; she was in a huff for no reason. I didn’t do anything wrong except for maybe being there. I was right and she was wrong. That’s a fact and she has to deal with that. And since when is it a problem who the fuck is driving? Let’s be honest…she is not the best driver in the world, road signs are not more than a suggestions and don’t get me started on her parking. What’s a parking space anyway…God, when did she get so annoying? And when the hell did she start smoking again? -

- I can’t believe I’m losing sleep over this shit. How could he be so ignorant, giving me attitude? Me? I didn’t do anything wrong except for maybe interrupting his encounter with Detective Blondie White. What was that all about anyway? Just because he cannot control his libido I have to stay in some godforsaken small town in the middle of nowhere dealing with hormonal teenagers? I can’t wait to get to the office tomorrow… - 

When Scully opened the door to their basement office the next morning he was already there.  “Morning” – “Morning” and that’s it. She retreated to her corner in the back of the room, arranging loose papers and files, starting to type up the case report. Mulder could tell she was still furious. The way she pressed her lips together, licking them every few minutes with short angry lashes of her tongue, eyes narrowed into slits clued to her screen – unmistakable signs Bad-Mood-Scully. Great…exactly what Mulder needed right now.

She was sitting on her stool legs crossed and motionless, only her fingers hovering over the keyboard. ‘That skirt…’ Mulder was musing ‘…is shorter than usual. She does have some nice legs over there and they surprisingly can reach the pedal…Oh don’t tell her that, she’s gonna bite your head off. Back to work!’

‘Why the hell is he staring at me? Find yourself a new weird case and leave me alone, I have work to do!’

Mulder couldn’t help it, he really tried but couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Something was different, he knew she was angry with him and she was getting on his nerves as well but still…there was a tension in the room he wasn’t able to pinpoint right now.

“What is it, Mulder?” she snapped at him.

“Huh? Nothing, what do you mean?”

“You’re staring a hole in the back of my head.”

“I do not! I was just thinking. I’m sorry that’s bothering you. What may I do in MY office that is not going to disturb your peace of mind, Scully?”

“YOUR office? Oh that is really nice, how generous of you to share your precious office space with me. I feel honored.”

“That is not what I meant, I just…” – “You what? Wanted to let me know, I have no say whatsoever in where we are going, what cases to pursue or God forbid what is happening in YOUR office? I kinda got that, thanks!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Scully. You know this is your office as much as this is my office and now please stop acting like a diva it’s not suiting you very well.”

“Excuse me?” There was the death stare again, throwing icy daggers directly into Mulder’s heart. She was actually thinking about shooting him right now…

“Oh come on you are being pouty and unreasonable since we arrived in Comity.”

“Am I? I’m so sorry I’m unpleasant company while you are so thoughtful and nothing but a gem all the time.”

“Unpleasant is the understatement of the year…” Mulder was mumbling more to himself but, of course, she heard it.

Scully was burning with rage, her whole body shaking while she was standing up and moving towards his desk. She stopped right in front of it, slammed her palms on the wood and bowed down until her face was only inches away from his. Her eyes were glistening like a frozen mountain lake, the deepest and iciest blue he’d ever seen. He was sure he was going to die now.“You know what Mulder…fuck you!” she hissed like a snake, calm but determined.

Scully turned on her heels and made her way to the door crabbing her coat from the rack.  Mulder could feel the blood boiling in his veins. Anger and arousal is a dangerous cocktail for a man like him. He practically jumped off his chair and made his way to the door in three long strides. Her hand turned the doorknob opening the door slightly when his strong arm shot out from behind her, throwing the door back into its frame with a loud bang. Neither of them was moving, they just stood there breathing heavily. After three seconds that felt like ages she slowly turned around to face him looking into his eyes.

“Mulder, what are you doing?” she asked in a steady voice.

He also placed his left hand on the door next to her, surrounding her head with his arms. “You smell different, Scully!”

“Would you stop smelling me, it’s annoying.”

He was towering over her with his full height leaving her completely trapped between the door and his body.  He looked down into her piercing blue eyes full of questions, took her face into his hands and pressed his lips on hers with full force. His kiss was hard and passionate, claiming her mouth as his own and she didn’t fight it. She couldn’t! It was the most erotic thing she ever experienced and she lost all coherent thought when their tongues started dueling over control.

His hands travelled over her shoulders down her back and rested on her perfectly shaped ass. He was hard since she entered the office this morning and it was getting worse. She put her arms around his neck and entwined her legs around his waist, pushing her skirt high up her thighs. Mulder threw her against the wooden door, his hand finding its way under her skirt to the hem of her pantyhose.

They had to stop kissing in favor of breathing, he studied her beautiful face and her swollen wet lips were the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. A breathless “Fuck…” was all she was able get out right now. “Don’t worry, Scully. I intend to do so.” he deadpanned.

Their hungry mouths found each other again and he tried to tuck down her hose and panties. Pressing his body into hers, she could feel him growing even harder against her center resulting in her getting wetter…

Bing – the sound announcing the arrival of the elevator on the basement floor

Footsteps – somebody made its way down the hall with heavy steps coming closer to the door Mulder still had Scully pressed against

Knock knock – “Agents?” Skinners voice crashed down on them like thunder, Scully hit ground again and they hastily fumbled with their clothes trying to look presentable.

As their superior opened the door, they stood there looking like they were caught with their hands in the cookie jar. “So you ARE here…I tried calling but there was no answer. What the hell happened to you?” Skinner asked slightly puzzled. “Nothing!” they answered in unison. “Well, Agent Scully they need you for something in Quantico, Mulder can finish your case report. I’ll see you in five in my office…”

He made its way back to the elevator obviously irritated by their behavior.  Scully was letting out a breath she didn’t even noticed she was holding, got her coat and purse and attempted to leave. Turning around in the door frame she found his eyes and said “I’ll see you later, ok?” more asking than stating.

“Sure” he replied with a smirk on his face.