#just got the motel scene and 🥺

[pinkkittysaw]

PROMPTIS IS SO BOYFRIEND CODED!!!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[fireinthefireproofvault]

Hogan’s Heroes Characters as Songs

Hogan: Saint Motel- You’re Nobody Til Somebody Wants You Dead

It suits him. And there’s a certain sass to it, not to mention lyrics about people getting tricked! The title practically is something he would say.

Kinch: Autoheart- We Can Build a Fire

Please just listen to it 🥺 if it doesn’t make you have Kinch feelings, then I’m sorry guess it was just me

Newkirk: The Pigeon Detectives- Don’t You Wanna Find Out

Beyond being very British, this song is both flirting and dissing. It is perfect. I will take no criticism on this one.

LeBeau: Indochine- Les nouveaux soleils

Great band and also encouraging lyrics ☺️🇫🇷 I wanted to make him a Naast song because I love Naast but none of the vibes of the lyrics worked half as well as this one. Besides, someone has to highlight our beloved Louis’s caring heart and that’s basically my day job.

Carter: Walk the Moon- Timebomb

It may be a love song but it’s an explosives-themed love song. Plus the line asking if it’s real love is so Carter because the emotional aspect of things is priority one. And the upbeat nature is perfect for our sweet boy 🥺

Klink: Florence + the Machine- I’m Not Calling You a Liar

Klogan demon got me Klink is desperate for love and approval, even from those who hurt him 😔🥺

Schultz: Two Door Cinema Club- Come Back Home

I dunno, something about the lyrics made me think of his situation 🥺

Hochstetter: Smashing Pumpkins- Bullet With Butterfly Wings

The voice. Despite all my rage. Yeah.

Burkhalter: Divyded- Sanity

For when he’s done with everyone’s shit, IE pretty much all the time 😌

Helga: Vukovi- And He Lost His Mind

Her and Hogan sure had their eyes on the prize! Little did they know they were on borrowed time…

Hilda: Young Rising Sons- Whiskey

Hogan just can’t quit her 👀

Marya: Fall Out Boy- This Ain’t a Scene, It’s an Arms Race

Just listen to the lyrics 💁🏻‍♀️

Crittendon: The Aquabats!- Look at Me (I’m a Winner)!

“Someone once told me you can't lose em' all/And that someone was you/But when I nail gunned my hand to the wall/I started to wonder if that could be true”

[inkofimagination]

if you don't write something about sharing a bed with hasan asap 😓😓😓 jk please 🥺🥺🥺

oh my god yes, the beloved one bed trope!

"Hey, our car is broken down and the mechanic can't fix it until the morning so, uh, we're looking for rooms?" Hasan says, tapping an uncomfortable fist on the dusty reception desk of the only motel in a twenty mile radius.

A young man behind the desk slides his tired eyes up away from his magazine to glance at the man interrupting him, gives him the once over and then leans to the left to see Y/N slumped in the wooden chair shoved up against the wall. The young man lowers his magazine when he sees Y/N and perks up slightly in his chair, eyes still resting on her. Noticing this, Hasan protectively steps in front of his line of sight, blocking her from his view.

"So about those rooms, dude?" he reminds.

The young man looks at him with disdain, few taps on the ancient computer keyboard, he drawls in a monotone voice, "We've got a suite available for three hundred dollars."

"Three hundred? Are you for real? Nah dude. We just need a basic room,"

"We're booked apart from the suite."

"We're in the asscrack of nowhere, man. We just need your cheapest room," Hasan tries to reason.

"That's the thing about the asscrack of nowhere – there's only one motel, and that's us. All we've got is the suite. Take it or leave it," the guy shrugs. "She could always stay with me," he adds, winking at the girl.

Hasan felt that he was about to go off and teach this guy a lesson for being so disrespectful when she held out a hand to calm him down and keep him from causing a scene, "We'll take the suite."

Hasan signs the unreasonable amount of paperwork and then places his hand at the small of her back to guide her to the room, purposely creating a makeshift wall between the girl and the creepy guy whose eyes are still lingering a little too long.

The travelers got to their shitty room and tried to order some kind of food. 

Y/N quickly volunteer to collect it.

"You've got to be kidding me-" Hasan begins, "Oh yeah, great idea Y/N! Let's send the hot girl out on her own into the night in the fucking deep, dark desert with the fucking creepy guy downstairs ready to pounce on you at any-"

She helds up a hand up to stop him, "First of all, i can defend myself so fuck off thinking you're my protector and secondly, thanks for calling me hot," she teases.

She also announced that she was going to sleep on the very small sofa at the side to try and get some sleep before early day starts tomorrow, since there was only one bed in the room.

"I can't let you sleep in there!" Hasan yells, much louder than necessary.

"Why not? It'll be fine. I'm just glad we're in the same room - that guy in the lobby seriously creeped me out."

"Y/N, come on. Your back will be crippled – it gives you enough trouble as it is," Hasan reasons, but she was having none of it.

"Look, rock, paper, scissors! If I lose you sleep on the shitty sofa, if you lose we are sharing."

With a sigh, she realises that this is the only way a decision will be made because she knows Hasan could argue about this ‘till the morning.

Of course, Hasan won because she always throws scissors first.

Hasan finally mutters, "Are you actually ok with sharing?’’

"Hasan, it's cool. I'm good with it if you are?" as she headed back towards the bed.

He nodded his head shyly, a little too quickly to be playing it cool, and then mumbles, "Yeah, of course. Just want to make sure you're comfortable.”

“Yes”

"Are you sure? I can get a little clingy."

Y/N laughs at how serious he looks before reassuring him, "I can handle a little clinginess for one night if I need to."

Eventually, the room fell silent. Y/N’s tiredness from the dramatic events of the day caught up on her because before you know it, her eyes are fluttering closed and, before her mind could think too deeply about sharing a bed with the boy who makes her heart race, she fell asleep.

It must be a few hours later when her eyes blinked open slowly and then closed again. Desperate to regain her much needed slumber, she tried to snuggle further down into the slightly scratchy pillow when she realised that she has been laid on her arm. Giving it a quick wiggle to try and get some feeling back, Y/N turned onto her right side so she wasn't laying on her fuzzy arm again.

As soon as she has turned and settled, eyes still resting shut, she felt the warmth of the body beside her much closer than it was when she drifted off to sleep.

Her stomach feels like it's about to drop when she takes in the view directly in front of her. Hasan was laying on his side, she realised that they both subconsciously were mirroring each other's positions; one arm under a pillow, the other resting lightly in the tiny gap between their bodies. If she would have moved her hand a little bit down, it would be holding his. 

A rustle sounds start coming from next to her and she felt the bed move slightly under his strong frame. 

Scared, Y/N slammed her eyes closed and tried her best to even out her breathing to convince him she was sleeping and absolutely not being a fucking creeper watching him sleep.

She felt feel his arm move from next to hers to probably to rub at his eyes – and then as it lands back on the covers, it's touching hers. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

"Watching me sleep?" Hasan mumbles, no louder than a whisper and Y/N considered her options: ignore him and continue with her acting of being asleep, or admit it, teasing him and steadfastly ignore the wild beating of her heart.

"I know you're not sleeping, Y/N" he whispers again with a small huff of laughter, placing his hand directly on top of hers and giving it a tiny shake.

Decision was made for her.

Y/N slowly cracked her left eye open again, then quickly close it and bury her head into the pillow when she saw his sleepy, grinning face a whisper away from hers, "Nope, fast asleep."

"No fair," he murmurs.

Intrigued by what he means, hand still held in his, she slowly remove most of her face from the pillow, or at least enough that he can see her raise an eyebrow at him, and then you speak.

"Why no fair?"

He smirks, playing delicately with the fingers on her hand and says, "You got to stare at me. I wanna join in."

Y/N huffs out a laugh. Teasing she can do. Teasing is safe, familiar territory. The implications of what he just said – what you know he meant - is not. "You wanna join in lookin' at you? Narcissist."

"No, dumbass, not nearly as interesting as looking at you."

Y/N‘s cheeks flush immediately and she felt her eyes close in order to retain some order of control over herself in this situation. She swallowed as she felt his rough, calloused fingers dance over her wrist, hovering over her pulse point and she felt weak at how exposed he's got her emotionally.

[scribeoffate]

Alright, my thoughts on the Teen Wolf movie after a few hours and one watch.

The non-spoiler version is: that's the show I know and love with all its weird plots that make vague sense, way too many characters for the time they have, Scott whump (beloved), and complete inability to remember their own lore.

I had fun. If you're a fan of the show and like more than one or two characters, then you'll have a nice time. Is it great? That's a strong word. I do have some issues with things that happened.

Spoilery thoughts are behind the cut:

I am gonna start with the positive because tbh the negativity is grating on me.

Scott!!! And Pupppy!! Scot saves a puppy and a little girl and he has a shelter where Deaton has a vet practice and I can't evennnnn.

I love Lydia so much. And then the scydia of it all? Like that moment at Oakhurst is more than we got about them bonding over losing Allison in the entire series and that scene has my entire heart.

Jackson is the perfect little whiny bitch and I love him for it.

Deaton!!! OMG! HIm saving Chris got toooo mee. And the Deaton and Scott of it all? Ahhh.

The scallison of it just. My heart melted when he stabbed himself. And the fate conversation and the callback to Motel California and I think they were trying in a v teen wolf way to explore scott's depression and sucidal tendencies and i really want more. i may have to write a thing negl. i am high key obsessed with that. and then when he tells the nogitsune he isn't ready to die?

and just again. my scallison heart was so full of feelings

lydia screaming allison's name? and her get memories back????? ahhh! ahhh!!! ahhhh!!!

as an angst gremlin, i loved the way stydia played out.

i ended up really liking eli. he's just a little kid and a loner it seems like and i really want to write something where he loves the jeep so much because it belonged to his hero: scott

the scerek of the ending. OMG. I loved that. Derek did the self sacrifice. babbbby.

oh speaking of: Scott using his alpha roar to force Eli to HEAL is just sooo 🥺

The chris/melissa/peter polyship of it gave me fun feelings. im into it. bourne, bohen and ponzio understood that assignment

I loved that Mason was there! I love him. But I really wanted a lot more. And I'm pretty mad that we got no Liam and Mason hug. Unfair. To me.

We are clearly diving into some of my problems now I love Malia. I love Parrish. I am not sold on them together even if I really enjoyed their scenes. esp the "pep talk"

I wish I'd gotten more scalia closure, but their awkward scene was fun in its way

I'm not even a Liam fan and I'm pretty mad about how little he gets to do. Like. Why bring him back if he doesn't even get to exist hardly?

I am beyond irritated that they introduced Hikari and then gave her... nothing. No personality. No anything. Esp because Workman is talented! Let her do *something*! I am sad there wasn't at least one sciles moment. That's the fix it fic *I* need. I need sciles content so hard now. I will, I am sure, have a lot more thoughts after I rewatch. But I enjoyed myself and will again.

[elixirfromthestars]

Cait, I see friends to lovers and hurt/comfort and I am immediately hooked!! 👀❤️❤️ I already know this Bucky is going to have my whole heart by the end of it 💖

Our poor reader getting her vacation taken away like that after longing for it. I would be so annoyed 🙄 However, getting to go on a mission with Bucky would definitely help soothe the annoyance away 🤭❤️

The way he memorized how she likes to have her coffee and the fact that he was going to go and tell her to have a nice trip before Fury gave them the mission—ahhh!!! I love the little things 🥰❤️ It’s one of my favorite things to read, seeing what writers choose to put in as hints for the connection between two characters 🫶🏼💕

“It's definitely a step up from the rat and roach infested Motel 6 that Sam and I had to spend three nights in when we were sent to Atlanta for recon last month.”

​​You shake your head, both cringing and laughing at the memory of him ranting about the motel room as soon as he saw you after returning home.

“It was the size of a fucking capybara. Why are you laughing? I opened the bathroom door and it charged at me–”

^ Girl, you had me laughing and crying here 😂✨ Laughing because reading that last sentence in my head, in Bucky’s voice, was too funny, and crying because you reminded me of the flying roaches I’ve experienced while on vacation 🥲 Those things will charge at you 😭

The way he arranged a whole picnic on the beach with the sunset—my heart!!!! 💗💓💗💓💗 He’s after it!!!! 🥹💗💗

The fact that they got to enjoy a nice day on the boardwalk the next day was too cute!! 🫶🏼 And the way they both didn’t want it to end 🥺❤️

The action scene had me on the edge of my seat!!! 👀✨ I loved seeing them interact as mission partners and how easily the planning/action went back and forth between them. It spoke so much of their trust for each other and it was so nice to read 🫶🏼

I let out an audible gasp when she was knocked out 😨 And another one when she tore that IV out of her arm like I just know that must’ve hurt so badly 😬😅

“Don't worry,” you hear Bucky tell her when you step into the bathroom to throw on a pair of dry sweatpants, a t-shirt, and cheap shower slides that the hospital had given you to wear back to the hotel, seeing as how your tactical suit and boots are still sopping wet with ocean water. “I'm not letting her out of my sight.”

The nurse who helps you dress gives you a small smirk at his words.

“You're a lucky woman,” she tells you quietly. “He was worried sick until you woke up.”

^ The way he was so worried he didn’t sleep 🥺 Like he recounted the events and he couldn’t even finish. And the fact that she thought of him too when she woke up 🥺 They care for each other so much and I need them to see it soon 🥺❤️

I adore how caring and supportive he is to her when he takes her back to the hotel 😭❤️ Like it was so sweet of him to run her a bath and then help her get into it and everything 🥺💕 And the way they each try to take the fault for what happened like these two are so soft for each other 😭❤️‍🩹

You hesitate for a brief moment before leaning forward and pressing your lips to the bruise in a featherlight kiss. You pull back, once more resting your back against the tub and giving him a small shrug.

“Just thinking that I wanted to do that. Have for a while.”

He grins, a faint blush taking over the apples of his cheeks.

“Yeah, I'd say you're definitely concussed.”

You chuckle, your smile matching his. “I am,” you agree. “But the concussion will go away soon, and I'll still want to kiss you then, too.”

He then presses his lips to the side of your hand, causing goosebumps to form across your skin despite the warm water that you sit in.

“I hope that you will do just that.”

^ Such a soft and precious kiss!! 🥹🩷🩷 I love these two they’re so cute!!! 🥰 Ahhhhh, how I adore friends to lovers!!!!

And then you go and end it so perfectly with them going on her planned trip together acting all sweet and loving to each other 🥰❤️❤️ This was so cute, so sweet, so fluffy, and with the added bonus of hurt/comfort made this such a lovely read!! 🫶🏼💕Now I will go and think about going on a sunset beach picnic with Bucky and it’s all thanks to you 😌💖

^ me when I think of this Bucky 🤭💖

sweetener

bucky barnes x reader

summary: when the vacation that you've been planning for months gets canceled due to a last minute mission, you can't help but feel bummed - the bright side is that you're being sent on a mission with bucky.

word count: 5.3k - my masterlist

warnings/tags: canon level violence, descriptions of injuries, mention of blood, almost drowning, hospital setting, bad guys getting killed (not descriptive), non-sexual nudity, hurt/comfort trope, avenger!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, language, reader pov, no use of y/n, fem reader, bucky being super soft, not explicit but mdni please

when life deals us cards

make everything taste like it is salt

then you come through like the sweetener you are

to bring the bitter taste to a halt

Hand warmers. Flashlight and extra batteries. Can opener. Matches. First aid kit –

You glance down the handwritten list for the dozenth time that morning, checking and rechecking that you aren't forgetting anything obvious.

Your eyes flicker between the ridiculous amount of supplies scattered across your bed and the three large duffle bags on your floor that you're determined to pack it all into. You know that you are most likely being excessive, but you'd much rather be too thorough than not thorough enough when you're about to be miles deep in the Appalachian wilderness.

Sure, you'd be staying at a relatively civilized campground with restrooms and showers, but this is the first time that you've been camping in years, and your first time ever going camping alone.

A two day road trip there, then six days in the Great Smoky Mountains, and then another two day road trip back to upstate New York.

A much needed ten days of time spent by yourself, seeing as how you haven't gone on anything resembling a vacation in over two years. The last couple years have been nonstop work with very little time for relaxation.

To say that you're excited would be an understatement. Although you find immense fulfillment in the work that you do with the Avengers and can't see yourself doing anything else, you're ready to sit by a warm fire and sleep under the stars without a care in the world.

Just as you've finished packing the second bag and are about to begin on the third, the Bluetooth speaker that your cell phone is paired to begins blasting your ringtone, cutting off the music that you'd been listening to while you pack.

When you grab the phone off of your nightstand and see the name Nick Fury displayed across the screen, a ball of unease immediately forms in the pit of your stomach.

Nick Fury isn't the type to call and chit chat about how your day is going or what shows you've been binge watching. He's the type to call when he wants something done, and wants it done now.

“Hey, Fury,” you greet in a neutral tone as you perch on the edge of your bed. With the phone still connected to your speaker, you place it back down on the nightstand so that you are free to wring your hands together.

“Agent,” Fury's voice booms throughout your room. “I hope I've caught you before you've left the state of New York.”

Godfuckingdammit.

“Uh - yep. I'm still here. Packing up for my trip right now,” you answer, trying your hardest to conceal the irritation in your voice. There's a small voice in the back of your head telling you that you should just lie and say you are already on the road, but you're not stupid enough to lie to Nick Fury.

There's a second, louder voice in the back of your mind screaming at you that you shouldn’t have even answered the phone.

“You know I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm going to suggest you pack a tactical suit and weapon of choice instead of hiking boots and a sleeping bag. We just got word that a vibranium weapons dealer we've been tracking will be receiving a large shipment at a port in Destin tomorrow night. Need you and Barnes on a flight to Florida this afternoon.”

“Florida?” you repeat, unable to hide the shock and disappointment in your tone. “I can't go to Florida right now. I've been planning this trip for months. I put in the notice for my leave–”

“I realize that this is unfortunate timing but I'm afraid that this is non-negotiable, Agent,” he interrupts you in a tone of finality. “If we don't intercept this shipment then these weapons fall into very dangerous hands. With Romanoff and Rogers still in San Antonio until next week, I have no choice but to ask you and Barnes to handle it.”

You exhale an audible, frustrated breath and massage the heels of your palms into your eye sockets. You don't know why you're surprised. It's not like illegal arms dealers take your vacation time into consideration when they plot their dealings.

“Is that understood, Agent?” he asks when you don't respond.

“Yes,” you say as you dig your nails into the flesh of your palm to hold back any further argument. “Yes, I understand.”

“Great. The jet leaves in three hours.”

The line cuts off before you can get another word out.

You groan out loud. Three hours. That doesn't even leave you enough time to feel sorry for yourself.

You look around at the chaotic state of your room before your gaze lands on the already packed duffle bags filled with camping supplies.

You're too annoyed and short on time to care right now, so you empty the contents of both bags back onto your bed and tell yourself that you'll deal with the mess when you get back home. For now, you need to focus on packing the appropriate items for taking down a vibranium arms dealer in hotass Florida.

Beneath all of the disappointment and frustration, there's a glimmer of relief that at the very least it's Bucky who you're being sent on this unexpected mission with. You may not be fond of hot weather, but you are quite fond of him.

••••••

Just as Fury said, the jet departs from the compound at exactly three o'clock. You sit in the aircraft's cabin, reading through a thick file containing all of the information that SHIELD has compiled on Dmitri Petrov's crime empire, ranging from drug smuggling to illegal arms deals.

You are only a few pages into the report and it's abundantly clear why this mission was non-negotiable. Petrov has been getting away unscatched for years - tomorrow night will be the first clear opportunity for a take down since getting on SHIELD's radar.

“Coffee?” A voice snaps you back to reality, making you realize that you're reading the same sentence for the dozenth time. “Three creams, two sugars.”

You look up to find a vibranium hand holding out a disposable cup to you. If the fact that he's committed the way you take your coffee to memory isn't enough to increase your heart rate, his smirk and the crinkles around his blue eyes do the trick.

“Thank you,” you tell him, snapping the folder shut on the table in front of you. “My eyes are on the verge of bleeding.” You take a sip of the coffee - indeed, three creams and two sugars.

He takes the seat directly across from you, spinning the folder around for him to flip through himself.

“We land in less than half an hour and you've been reading this the entire flight,” he says teasingly as he thumbs through the pages. “I think it's safe to say you're prepared.”

He places the file back down, returning his attention to you.

“Just trying to get myself in the right headspace. I didn't know anything about this operation until a few hours ago, you know.”

Not one to complain, you had yet to bring up the fact that your trip had been postponed in order for you to be here. You had talked about the trip on several occasions with Bucky, but you didn't expect him to remember the exact dates that you were supposed to be gone.

Sure - if he was going to be away for over a week, you'd be hyper aware of it until he returned - but you weren't naive enough to think that he would know the exact dates of your comings and goings.

“I know,” he sighs, a sympathetic look on his face. “I was on my way to tell you to have a good trip and to be safe when I got the call from Fury this morning.”

Oh. Your cheeks heat at the casual admission from him.

“I'm sorry about your trip. I know you were really looking forward to it,” he adds sincerely. “I'm going to find extra enjoyment in putting Dmitri Petrov behind bars for causing it to get canceled.”

“You and me both,” you chuckle. “Really though, it's okay. I was bummed, but it's not the end of the world. It can easily be rescheduled once this guy is locked up and we're back home.”

You don't add the fact that you find yourself caring less and less about the canceled trip the longer that you sit here with him.

“There is at least one silver lining to this, you know,” he chimes, leaning forward with his elbows on the table between you. You instinctively lean in closer too, causing the side of your leg to brush against his beneath the table. You wait to see if he'll pull away, and when he doesn't, you leave the side of your thigh resting against his.

“Oh, yeah? And what's that?”

“Petrov’s shipment isn't set to arrive until tomorrow night, and they've sent us down here the day prior. It's not like we have to stay holed up in our hotel room for the next twenty-four hours, right?”

••••••

Bucky's right - there's no sense in locking yourselves inside the hotel room until the time of the weapons deal tomorrow evening, but when you see the hotel room that you'll be spending the next couple nights in, you think you would also be okay with staying inside if you had to.

It's not a five star resort by any means, but in comparison to the dingy roadside motels that you're normally stuck in for missions? This place might as well be a Four Seasons.

It's relatively small, but there's more than enough space for the two of you. There's one full size bed, plus a couch that converts to a futon mattress - the latter of which Bucky insists on taking, giving you the bed. The bathroom is nearly as big as the main room, with a jacuzzi tub that's bigger than three standard bathtubs put together.

And the best part of it? When you open the curtains to the sliding glass door on the backside of the room, there's a clear view of turquoise water and white sand.

“I guess Fury felt a little bad about springing this on me at the last minute, after all,” you sigh as you pull the door open, letting the light breeze pull the smell of saltwater into the room. “Can't say that I’ve been given a beachfront room for a mission before.”

Bucky walks up to stand beside you, leaning against the doorframe and staring out to the ocean.

“It's definitely a step up from the rat and roach infested Motel 6 that Sam and I had to spend three nights in when we were sent to Atlanta for recon last month.”

You shake your head, both cringing and laughing at the memory of him ranting about the motel room as soon as he saw you after returning home.

“It was the size of a fucking capybara. Why are you laughing? I opened the bathroom door and it charged at me–”

A sudden deep rumbling noise snaps you out of the memory and you glance down at your stomach in surprise. You suppose it makes sense that your body is screaming at you to eat - you had such little time to pack for Destin before your flight left that you hadn't even bothered with lunch today.

“How does pizza sound?” Bucky asks with a knowing smirk. “I saw a pizza place just down the street on the way here.”

“Anything sounds good right now,” you sigh, both starving and exhausted from your day of packing, unpacking, re-packing and traveling.

“I'll go grab one for us,” he tells you, pulling the keys to the rental car out of his pocket. “Just stay here and get settled in.”

You don't object, itching to change into comfier, more weather appropriate clothes. When you left the state of New York just a few hours ago, it was chilly outside. Now that you are in eighty plus degree Destin, the sweater and boots that you're wearing have got to go.

You unpack your bag, thankful that you had brought a pair of casual drawstring shorts. You throw them on, along with a tank top. You decide to go ahead and convert the futon from a sofa into a bed, and then search through the hotel room's small linen closet for a set of sheets and a quilt. If Bucky insists on you taking the comfier sleeping option and going to get food for the two of you, you figure the least you can do is make his bed for him.

When he returns, he not only has a large cardboard box containing the pizza, but a plastic bag hanging from his vibranium arm as well.

“Grab a towel and follow me,” he tells you before he's even closed the door behind him.

“Follow you?” You laugh, taken aback by the instructions. “Where are we going?”

You hop up from where you'd been mindlessly scrolling on your phone on the bed, doing as he asked and grabbing one of the complementary beach towels from the bathroom closet.

“Not staying holed up in our hotel room. Remember?”

And with that he pulls the sliding glass door open with his empty hand and exits the room, heading towards the beach that sits directly in the backyard. You don't even take the time to throw on a pair of tennis shoes before practically running after him through the sand.

He comes to a stop when he's a few yards away from where the waves wash up against shore and turns back to look at you. You take it as your cue to spread the towel across the sand at your feet.

He sits down and you follow, the cardboard box nestled between you. He opens it, revealing a pizza that is split down the middle - half your favorite, half his favorite.

“I know it's not a campfire in the Great Smoky Mountains,” he smirks. He digs into the plastic bag and pulls out a drink for each of you, along with some napkins. “But it's the best I could do in our current situation.”

The sentiment leaves you momentarily speechless. You know it isn't a grand declaration of love, and it might not mean as much to some people as it does to you - but you can't remember the last time someone went out of their way just to improve your day in such a simple yet thoughtful way.

Between the pizza, the vibrant pink and purple sky as the sun sinks beyond the ocean's horizon, the sound of the waves and him beside you, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.

“No,” you murmur. “It's not. But it's perfect.”

••••••

The next day, you manage to forget that you're actually on a super important mission taking down a dangerous illegal arms dealer.

The first half of the day feels like an actual vacation - the closest thing you've had to a vacation in a long time, anyway. You sleep in until nearly ten o'clock in the morning - which may not be considered sleeping in for some people, but in this line of work, you've overslept if you're still in bed at eight am.

After waking up thoroughly rested and refreshed, the two of you get brunch and then spend the early hours of the afternoon leisurely strolling at the boardwalk just a short drive from your hotel.

You and Bucky are sitting on a bench eating ice cream when you check your phone for the first time in hours and realize how quickly the day has gone. It's already four o'clock - you're due to be on lookout at the pier where Petrov's exchange will occur soon.

“What's wrong?” Bucky asks when you huff under your breath as you stick your phone back into your pocket. “Nervous about tonight?”

You're not nervous, truthfully. You're fully confident that you and Bucky will be able to handle the job. You've been on countless missions less straight forward than this before, and so has he.

“No,” you shake your head as you take another bite of your ice cream cone. “It's… silly,” you say, waving your hand in dismissal.

“I'm sure it's not silly,” he assures you gently.

You pause, staring at a couple holding hands in the distance as you contemplate your words.

Bucky seems to follow your gaze.

“Today has just been really nice,” you shrug with a small smile. “I almost don't want to go back home.”

From your peripheral vision, you see his face shift to look at you. You continue to eat your ice cream, pretending that his stare doesn't warm you more than the Florida sun.

“We're on the same page then, doll.”

••••••

A few hours later, a feeder ship pulls up to the pier just after dusk.

“We've got eyes on three men,” you say lowly into your communication device. “They're guarding the pier. No sign of Petrov yet.”

“He'll show,” Fury's voice echoes in your ear. “Keep watch until then. Backup is on standby to take him in.” The comm clicks off before you can respond.

“I know there's a lot riding on this going smoothly,” you grumble as you bring your binoculars back up to your eyes. “But sometimes I think he just really needs to get laid.”

You and Bucky are across the road from the pier, concealed by large shrubs and the darkness of the night sky. You've been sitting here as still and silently as possible for well over an hour, before Petrov's men had even arrived to stand guard at the dock.

You really fucking have to pee.

Headlights begin to approach from down the street, and as the vehicle gets closer you're able to see that it's a large, black van.

Totally not suspicious at all.

It comes to a stop close to the boat dock, and a second later Petrov hops out of the driver's seat. You recognize him right away by his shrimpy build and receding hairline.

“I should just take them all out from here and be done with this,” Bucky grumbles from beside you.

“I agree,” you sigh. “But Fury's adamant that Petrov be brought in alive if possible. He’s got an empire behind him that we need to find out as much as possible about. His men, however..” you trail off.

Bucky looks through the scope of his gun, zeroing in on one of the guards.

“Blow a tire on the van first,” you murmur. “So Petrov can't flee.”

“I'll take out these three guards, and then I'll get Petrov and call for back-up. You worry about getting to that ship and taking out anyone inside. Sound like a plan?”

“Easy peasy,” you agree.

Less than thirty seconds later, all three guards have dropped dead and Petrov is frantically running to his van, unaware that Bucky had shot the back tire after killing his guards. You and Bucky emerge from the shrubs, sprinting across the road. He dashes towards Petrov, who freezes and begins shouting curses in Russian when he sees what is running towards him.

Bucky lands a punch to Petrov's jaw as you're running past them, only slowing down enough to not trip over the guard’s dead bodies that are littered across the dock.

You're only a few yards away from the ship when you hear Bucky screech your name. You immediately come to a halt, turning back to see why he could be calling for you.

You see a tall, burly man - someone that you and Bucky hadn't noticed before - sprinting down the dock after you. He raises his arm above his head, his hand holding a rocklike object that he sends barreling in your direction.

It's the last thing you see before everything fades to black.

••••••

The shrill, repetitive beeping of a monitor pulls you out of limbo and back to earth.

You're met with painfully bright, fluorescent lighting that has you squinting your eyes shut before you can make sense of your surroundings.

“Bucky,” you attempt to call out but it sounds like the croak of a lifelong smoker. Your eyes begin to adjust to the harsh lighting, allowing you to see that you're alone in a hospital room. You raise your fingertips to where it feels as if your brain is pulsing through your skull. There's a thick, defined knot on the top of your head that's sensitive to the touch.

Panic starts to take over you. Bits and pieces of the mission start to flash through your mind. Bucky shooting the guards, you running towards the feeder ship when you heard Bucky yell your name and then turning to see –

“Bucky!” You call out louder, your voice still hoarse. You sit up, not hesitating to carelessly yank an IV out of your arm. You're vaguely aware of the fact that you're in only a hospital gown and that blood is now trickling down your left arm, but you don't care.

You throw your legs over the side of the bed, standing up far too quickly. Your vision fades to a fuzzy gray and you're overcome with an intense wave of vertigo as the room spins around you. You grab onto the metal side railing of the hospital bed to keep yourself upright, desperately trying to focus your eyes enough to find the nurse's call button.

“Hi! I'll be to your room in just a moment–” An overly cheerful, feminine voice pours from the speaker a moment after pressing the button.

“What happened? How long have I been here? Where is my–”

The door to your room opens, and you immediately breathe an audible sigh of relief as your last question is answered. He looks as though he could use a good night's sleep, but he is okay.

“What the fuck happened?” Bucky exclaims as he rushes over to where you're still clutching the hospital bed railing for support. You follow his gaze to your arm, seeing that there's now blood all over your gown as well as the white floor around your feet.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you mumble, embarrassed by your current state. He guides you back to the edge of the mattress before walking away to get a towel from the bathroom. “I was worried something happened to you,” you add weakly.

He wipes the blood trail on your skin before using the hand towel to apply pressure to the puncture in the bend of your arm.

“I'm okay,” he assures you delicately. “I had just gone to get some coffee.” He glances at the styrofoam to-go cup that you hadn't even noticed him place on the bedside table when he entered the room.

“How long was I asleep?” You ask, noticing that it's still pitch dark outside. You also notice that he's no longer in the clothes that he wore on the mission - now wearing a pair of loose fitting black sweatpants and a matching hoodie. “What happened?”

“There was another guy in the back of Petrov’s van,” Bucky tenses, still holding the towel to your arm for you. “We were both distracted and he snuck up on you. He hit you over the head with a piece of vibranium and threw you into the water.” His jaw clenches as he recounts what happened, meeting your gaze with a pained look.

“But you saved me,” you finish for him.

“Yes,” he gulps. “I did. But I was almost too late. By the time I knocked out Petrov and killed the man who hit you.. it felt like it took forever to find you in the water. You almost drown–”

He cuts himself off, unable to force the last word out. A nurse enters the room as you open your mouth to offer him reassurance. Bucky holds your gaze for a split-second longer before reluctantly dropping his hold on your arm and turning to take a seat in the room's singular guest chair.

The nurse informs you that they did a CT scan while you were unconscious, and that while you don't have any swelling or bleeding on your brain from the blow, the doctor believes you to have a concussion and tells you that she will need to do an exam now that you are awake before they feel comfortable discharging you.

Judging by the high-pitched ringing that you've heard in your ears since you woke up and the way that you feel dizzy when you even think about trying to stand up, you don't doubt that you're concussed.

An hour later, you've been thoroughly examined and it is confirmed that yes - you are indeed concussed. The doctor discharges you under the condition that you don't drive and that someone keeps a close eye on you for the next twenty-four hours.

“Don't worry,” you hear Bucky tell her when you step into the bathroom to throw on a pair of dry sweatpants, a t-shirt, and cheap shower slides that the hospital had given you to wear back to the hotel, seeing as how your tactical suit and boots are still sopping wet with ocean water. “I'm not letting her out of my sight.”

The nurse who helps you dress gives you a small smirk at his words.

“You're a lucky woman,” she tells you quietly. “He was worried sick until you woke up.”

You avoid her gaze, your cheeks heating. You busy yourself by tightening the drawstrings to the gray sweatpants.

“I am lucky,” you agree. “He's a great partner.”

She raises an eyebrow at the word partner, but doesn't make any further comment.

By the time that you and Bucky make it back to your hotel room, the sun has started to rise.

Bucky all but carries you inside, only letting go of you when you're perched on the edge of the mattress. Your head is still throbbing despite the extra strength ibuprofen that you'd taken before leaving the hospital, and you still can't walk without stumbling from dizziness, but at least the intense ringing in your ears has begun to subside.

You feel tired down to your very bones, but you have no doubt that Bucky is even more exhausted. You'd been unconscious for nearly eight hours during the night, whereas he had been awake the entire time sitting by your bedside.

“You get some rest,” you tell him. You brace your hands against the mattress, preparing to attempt to stand back up. “I smell like a mixture of sweat and fish from being in the ocean, so I'm going to shower off.”

You push yourself off of the bed, and as quickly as you stand, you're sitting back down. The room immediately begins spinning in circles around you, sending a wave of nausea through the pit of your stomach.

“Yeah, not likely,” Bucky huffs lightly. “You can't stand up, and the shower doesn't have a seat. How about we compromise on a bath?”

You give a weak nod, too tired to protest. A warm bath sounds incredible right now.

Bucky retreats to the bathroom, where he turns on the water to fill the tub before returning to help you get up from the bed without toppling over. He secures his flesh arm around your waist and guides you to the closed toilet, where you carefully sit down.

“Do you.. need help undressing? Or..?” He asks hesitantly.

“No,” you breathe with an awkward laugh. “I think I've got it.”

He gives you a quick nod, looking away to give you the privacy to shed your clothes. You carefully tug the oversized t-shirt the hospital had given you over your head, wincing when it brushes against the swollen knot on the side of your scalp. You rise off the lid of the toilet just enough to push your sweatpants down to your ankles.

“Okay,” you murmur, letting him know that you're ready to step into the tub.

He grabs one of your hands in his, and places his metal hand on the small of your back as you step over the side of the large jacuzzi tub and into the water.

Not that you don't trust your other teammates. But with Bucky, it doesn't feel vulnerable.

You're aware of the intimacy of the scenario, but you can't find it in yourself to feel insecure or embarrassed right now - you're sure that's largely due to the concussion, but you think it's also simply because of who you're with.

If it were Sam, or Steve, or anyone else, you know you'd be mortified to be utterly exposed as they help you take a bath. If it were anyone else you wouldn't be taking a bath right now - you would have just gone to sleep and waited until you could fully do it yourself instead of putting yourself in such a vulnerable position.

He lowers you into the water, your entire body instantly relaxing at the warmth. You glance to his face, noticing a faint purple bruise along his cheekbone.

“I'm going to leave the door cracked. I'll be right outside if you need anything. Just let me know when you're ready to get out, okay?”

You don't respond, instead reaching up to his face, where you run your finger along the outline of the bruise. He freezes beneath your touch, his eyes meeting yours.

“Don't worry,” he assures you softly. “It was a lot worse when it first happened. It's already almost gone.”

“I'm sorry,” you whisper. “It happened because of me. I wasn't paying attention as well as I should have been. Should have heard that guy coming.”

“Don't say that.” He places his flesh hand on top of where yours still rests against his cheek and then brings it in front of his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. “You're okay, and that's the only thing that matters now.”

“Mmm,” you hum, staring at his lips that are no more than an inch away from your hand.

“What are you thinking?” he asks, his voice patient and curious.

You hesitate for a brief moment before leaning forward and pressing your lips to the bruise in a featherlight kiss. You pull back, once more resting your back against the tub and giving him a small shrug.

“Just thinking that I wanted to do that. Have for a while.”

He grins, a faint blush taking over the apples of his cheeks.

“Yeah, I'd say you're definitely concussed.”

He then presses his lips to the side of your hand, causing goosebumps to form across your skin despite the warm water that you sit in.

You chuckle, your smile matching his. “I am,” you agree. “But the concussion will go away soon, and I'll still want to kiss you then, too.”

“I hope that you will do just that.”

••••••

One month later

You wake up to the smell of campfire smoke that creeps through the crack in the partially zipped tent.

Despite a thick sleeping bag, multiple blankets, and the plush sweater that you wear, you can't help but shiver.

Something is missing.

You look around the tent, your eyes adjusting to the early morning daylight that filters into the tent.

Someone is missing.

You reluctantly exit your cozy sleeping bag, shoving your wool sock covered feet into your boots and crawling out of the tent.

Bucky is facing away from you, cracking an egg into a pan that is positioned over the fire.

“Good morning,” you murmur as you creep up behind him, wrapping an arm around his midsection. He wraps his own arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against him and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Morning, sleepy head,” he teases softly. “What's on the agenda today?”

“Maybe some hiking, maybe some biking,” you shrug into him. “Maybe a little bit of you keeping me warm in that tent.”

He laughs, more carefree than you've ever seen him before.

“See? It's a good thing that your trip got postponed. What if I wasn't here to keep you warm?”

You raise up to capture his lips in yours, the taste of fresh brewed French press coffee on his breath.

“Remind me to thank Fury for that when we get back.”

thank you so much for reading 💕🫶🏻 comments and reblogs are infinitely appreciated!!

[cellard0ors]

I don’t know if anyone asked you yet but I’ve seen others ask everyone else. Soooo… your top Hackearney fic reqs… pls? 🥺

I HAVE been asked this and I've sworn up and down to do this, but I've just been lazy as f*ck. HOWEVER today is the day!

So, strap in, y'all here are my hackearney fics recs!

Keep in mind, the authors here all have MULTIPLE works in this fandom/ship that are good, I'm just picking the ones I've specifically bookmarked and read.

There are also some I've heard are good and just haven't read yet (looking at you, Garden of Moonlit Grief) and there are others that I'm sure are fantastic, but are not my cup of tea (ie, noncons, fics that might be TOO dark, etc)

In other words, if I don't mention you and we talk I don't mean to hurt your feelings I love all of the Hackearney hivemind omggggg...

(these are also listed in no type of order)

Every Single Edge - E - Skymasters - A week after the events of The Quarry, Laura can't get a certain sheriff out of her mind. She pays him a visit.

So, this was the first fic I ever read with them and it was in character and super hot. It's also one of those fics I envy, because I wish I could convey things this insightfully in a one shot fic as opposed to the Tolstoy novel-length fics I write!

Late Bloomer - M - FanFicReader01 - Travis’ heart felt heavy. Sometimes, it felt like he was the only sane Hackett left and that could be seen as a stretch.

Another one of the first fics I read fics, I found this idea incredibly romantic and creative, but also very sad. It's not a happy ending kind of fic, but it hits well and I enjoyed it a great deal.

I Will Spin You Rose Evenings and Gold Mornings - E - TheWeirdDane - Laura Kearney is at the end of her rope when it comes to managing her finances for vet school. Contemplating various ways to earn some extra cash, she eventually turns to sex work, and goes on to meet with an older guy who will pay for her time and intimacy.

There's something about Sugar!Daddy fics. Rhink got me into it and this fandom is pushing me into it further. I really enjoy AUs - especially ones where Travis is softer but still a firm disciplinary - noice.

Werewolf Bites and Hot Summer Nights - E - winterlilyflowers - An AU in which Laura and Max can’t find Hackett Quarry and end up at the Harbinger Motel, before becoming camp counsellors for the summer. Max is moody and secretive and Laura keeps bumping into the grumpiest sheriff with the cutest puppy dog eyes, and when he gives her his number ‘just in case’ a girl can’t help but drunk dial him one night. Cue overprotective and jealous Travis. And shouldn’t the officer get a birthday kiss? An unlikely start for a badass werewolf fighting duo, but a hot one.

Listen, if you're part of the fandom and a shipper and haven't read this, I don't know how to help you. It's so damn good. I re-read one, ah, scene in particular...it involves Travis's cruiser and being outside and...yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah. 👀

I LEGIT re-read that scene last night! but the entire fic is good. Again, I'm a big AU fan and I like the idea of how the game might have gone with little changes, so, this one fits that bill and then some. The Travis/Laura snark is also there as well, so - love it,

Caged - E - Gaqalesqua - Laura Kearney did not expect to spend her summer locked up by a creepy cop. Travis Hackett forgot that human beings have needs even when they're in prison.

This is one of those fics that has no right to be as hot as it is. I felt like the author really nailed Laura's voice too - they also get Travis, but since a lot of it is from Laura's POV, it's just really spectacular to me how well they got inside her noggin.

Also have to admire a fic that starts out just hot and then gets deep and makes you emotional.

Family - M - Tianasina - Laura sat on the edge of her bed and stared at the number on her phone’s screen. Her hand shook as she held her phone. She glanced briefly at the object clutched in her other hand. She sucked in a panicked breath and looked back at the phone, pushing her other hand out of her vision. Her thumb hovered over the green dial icon before shakily pressing down upon it. Dialing Travis…Laura needs help, Travis is willing to help.

I was legit surprised by how much I enjoyed this. Maybe I shouldn't have been, considering how domestic it gets, but honestly - not usually a fan of baby fics. But Travis with a baby is heart melting and I like how organically his relationship with Laura grows. A fun sweet read.

No Hard Feelings - E - Professional_Creeper - Travis had been having trouble staying hard while masturbating, but it was just stress from dealing with the curse. It was just because his hand wasn't exciting. With a woman as beautiful and alive as Laura writhing beneath him, he would be fine...

Listen, someone was GOING to have to write an ED fic for this ship and I'm glad this person did, because they nailed it and made it so genuine and heartfelt but also still sexy as fuck??? I couldn't pull this off - and I always admire those who can do what I cannot. And boy did they do it with gusto - this is like, give them a prize! fic. I would if I could!

Love Me Under The Neon Lights (If Only For The Night) - E - @spookyscaryscully - Travis could think of a thousand different places he wanted to be on his night off. A strip club was not one of them. AKA: The Hackearney Stripper AU.

Someone who has a LOT of irons in a LOT of AU fires and they're all burn hot, but I'm choosing this one because I just really love the whole solid idea of it. And, again, sucker for a soft!Travis!

There's just a lot of great work here - this idea could have just been sold as a silly thing but instead there's some distinctive depth. Love it.

Warmth - M-False_Mortal - A litter of kittens and their mother were dumped in front of the police station. Travis takes them in because it’s snowing and he maybe has a heart. Laura is a veterinarian assistant at the local shelter, where she sometimes works the front desk.

Travis, Laura, Cats - all things I like and in one place. SOLD. It's also just heartwarming and cute, but still with delectable sexytimes. Also, again, an AU and I adore AUs!!

Dear Friend - M - lovemeforallmyfaults - A new substitute professor settles in at her new job, with the help of a friend she meets in the college forums. A tenured professor tries to open up to someone other than his close relations. (aka - the You’ve Got Mail Set In College AU absolutely no one asked for)

Um - I think EVERY fandom should have a You've Got Mail AU?!? And luckily this writer rose to the challenge! It's fun to see Travis and Laura spar in a completely different environment but still feel like them. Not to mention, I again adore the whole concept of letters and not knowing it was you and so, yeah - love this!

Pass Me The Shotgun (And I'll Hand You My Heart) - E - @norrington-hell - Sometimes the best way to deal with your trauma is to see a therapist. And sometimes it's to find the surly bastard responsible and rock his goddamn world. Laura knows which option she prefers.

I already did a whole post about this, but - shut up. THIS FIC. I both love it and hate it. THIS IS NOT A BAD THING. I love it, because it's probably one of the best written things I've ever read. I hate it. because when I read new chapters or re-read it, I feel this overwhelming seething jealousy towards Norrie and her talent, when I know I should be a good girl!

I - for the life of me - have a hard time writing conflict and super!mean Travis and bratty!Laura and Norrie just strolls up to the bar and is shooting bullseye's left and right and blind folded for it like it's no big thang.

Her world is so rough and real and not at all sugar coated. It's not easy, so, when things go well for these two, it feels so EARNED. UGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH! Take me out of this club, I'm DYIIIIINNNNG.

...in conclusion, I will always recommend this fic forever and always and it's probably a staple of how you should approach writing them.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah - here you are anon and anyone interested! If you follow me and one of these fics are yours and I didn't know your tumblr name because I'm smart-like-that (tm) please let me know so I can tag you properly!

[enigmaticxbee]

✖️✖️✖️ 11x03 Plus One

The one where... there’s only one room at the motel and Scully can’t sleep... and murderous doppelgängers, whatever.

Tagline: The Truth Is Out There - The Truth Is Out There

Best: What is happening, are my fanfic daydreams somehow coming to life on my screen? Scully coming to Mulder in the middle of the night and asking him to hold her? Mulder getting up from their bed and grinning at himself in the bathroom mirror? Scully sleepily whispering for him to come back to bed? Mulder hurriedly dressing while telling a naked Scully in his bed to put a dimmer on that afterglow because they have to rush off to solve a case? Scully sauntering towards their adjoining motel room door to find Mulder leaning there giving her that look? GA’s ATTHS. Twice. 😏 tweet - what a time to be alive!

Worst: Don’t even get me started on their conversation about having more kids. They’ve had 16 years to have this conversation! Scully’s in her mid-50s!! This might have made sense 10 years earlier in the IWTB era - it feels like a classic tv revival case of an idea a writer had years earlier that makes its way into a revival like no time has passed and these characters haven’t been living their lives - together! - for years. We all know they’re terrible at communicating but give me a fucking break. And the fact that they only have this conversation and sleep together - at the St Rachel motel 🙄 - to set up the finale pregnancy twist 😑

❌ Flashlights

❌ Woods/Desert

❌ Slideshow

❌ Autopsy

❌ Evidence Disappears

❌ Scully Misses It

❌ Mulder Ditch

❌ Sunflower Seeds

❌ Voiceover

❌ Catch Phrase

❌ Scully is a Medical Doctor

❌ Mulder is Spooky

❌ Scuuullllaaaaayy! Muullllderrrr!

❌ Fox/Dana

✔️ Inappropriate Touching (that I am here for)

❌ Casual Scully

✔️ Casual Mulder

❌ Trench Coats

❌ Bad Tie Watch

✔️ Glasses Watch 😎

✔️ Taking! It! Personally!: Scully

50 States: Virginia x21 (44/50)

Investigate: Together & Apart

Solve Rate: 67%

✔️ Bechdel Test

MSR: 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

Goriness: 👽👽👽

Creepiness: 👽👽👽

Humor: 👽👽👽

Rewatch Thoughts:

William check-in: They somehow have a whole conversation about having more kids without mentioning him directly… Isn’t the issue less that William was a miracle and more that they had to give him up for his own protection and what would make another kid any safer?? Although with Mulder around it would be different than in season 9. More to say, I don’t think Scully’s issue with having another kid was who to have it with.

Break-up check-in: All their maybe you’ll find someone else stuff just feels ridiculous to me... Mulder’s face when Scully says that she can’t imagine that she’ll need him 🥺 - but also he knows her, that she’ll protest and try to deny herself what she really wants, but that she wants him, and he’ll be there waiting when she opens the door.

The opening scene is very unpleasant - not my type of music and crowded mosh pits are my nightmare

The site of the bear bts video!

Scully’s little smile says she thinks he’s handsome too

Only one room huh? My favorite trope brought to life?? Never mind, there’s a pullout sofa. They could have just been in adjoining rooms (like every fanfic ever).

Karin Konoval (the memorable Mrs. Peacock) plays both Judy and Chucky - I don’t think I realized that the first time I saw this episode because I am very unobservant

Wtf is Dookie?

CC trying to write about a middle aged woman’s insecurities about being past her child-bearing years is so cringey - all dried up?? Would Scully have complicated feelings about aging and motherhood? Of course! But letting Judy get to her like that just does not feel authentic.

Mulder and Scully could argue about ghosts in their sleep - and probably have.

Mulder: You still got some scoot in your boot. Is that a saying? 😂

Scully’s hair looks great this episode - especially in the parking lot scene.

They are very blasé about the death of a man who came to them for help hours earlier and they sent home, telling him it was all in his head…

Things I do like about their bedtime chat:

- Scully asking to be held 🥺

- Mulder: I’ll come push your wheelchair with my wheelchair.

- Mulder’s arm around her

- Scully: Sometimes I think the world is going to hell and that we’re the only two people who can save it. This is why it took them 7 years to get together the first time.

- Scully: We’ll think of something. That smirk!

Chuck and Judy being unable to kill Mulder and Scully because they’re fighting over who’s more in love with them, relatable.

Scully rationalizing her evil doppelgänger away - after she’s eaten magic bread pills.

That final scene!! I may have watched the gif of this a few (hundred) times.

[hacked-by-jake]

Hello, I was wondering if you could write a headcanon where MC is also a hacker? ❤️🥺🥺

Headcanon

Summary: Life as a hacker couple.

A/n: Hi dear, It’s just a simple thing, I hope you’ll like it anyway and it’s like you imagined.

Thank you for your request and have fun.

Stay healthy and take care of yourself.❤️🎭

While you were legally working for security companies, Jake was wanted by the government.

You didn’t tell Jake at the time that you knew all about hacking. The only reason was because Jake were on the other side of the law.

The hacker scene is relatively clear; there are usually groups of with more known hackers that come together and act as a team. And of course, you’d heard about Jake. At first you thought he was just a hobby hacker. But when the vote that Lilly wanted came and his sign, the Eye, showed up on your phone, you knew immediately who Jake is.

He is known in the scene, if not the most famous, the best, the one who has achieved the most. And he’s been in other places on the Internet than you.

When you explained to him what you doing and who you are, he already knew it.

And then you sort of switched sides. From your only legal side, you joined Jake after you heard what he is doing. And that he only acts illegally, but for only positive and important things.

And since then, it’s just you two together.

And since then, hacker waves have been triggered, worse than ever.

Mostly you and Jake, you bring out information about corruption, you destroy firms and companies that deserve nothing but that, and take care of the unsuspecting people.

And Jake’s life is more exciting than you imagined from his stories. And again and again you are amazed at how good he is at what he does.

You two are not unknown. Who you are is unknown, but that you are responsible for so many things, not.

You made up your own sign at some point, and like Jake has his eye, you have your own now. And both together will always be left where you just acted.

Often you are the topic of conversation in the news, also on the Internet, and the opinions are very different. Of course, there are those who are terribly opposed to what you do, who stamp you as criminals. You’re criminal, not bad criminals. Only evil for those who know they can become victims.

Ever since you two joined as a team, you have also got a large 'community' standing behind you and defending you. They’re glad you’re exposing things that should never come out.

Also you get names from the news, sometimes these names are really funny and sometimes very insulting.

Jake doesn’t like to watch the news when it comes to the two of you. He does not like lies being spread or negative commentary. He doesn’t care that people talk bad about him, but what he doesn’t like is people talking bad about you. With you, it’s the other way around, when you hear or read that people call Jake a bad person, you get mad.

In the beginning, Jake always tried to stop you from doing what he was doing. He didn’t want you to get on the illegal side, but then you helped him more and more. And then he understood that together you can achieve even more.

Since you’ve been a team, more and more people have started to do things like you.

Otherwise, it’s a normal relationship between you two. Well, except you have to change the places you’re in a lot more often than everyone else.

When you started working together, it was getting harder and harder for Jake’s pursuers to find him. You have double knowledge, double security, double attention. You change places just for your own safety, to further reduce the risk of being found.

It’s impressive how much Jake is committed to the right thing and how much Jake cares about people he cares about.

Jake almost never hacks for personal reasons, only when it comes to your safety, otherwise only when it’s important for a bigger purpose.

You often have to stay in hotels or motels, some are beautiful, others are less. But with Jake by your side, you don’t care.

Your main residence is still in Duskwood, and whenever you can, you spend as much time there as you can.

The others didn’t want to understand that you wanted to join Jake when your life was so quiet and calm, but if you can make a change for important things, then you take that chance. And your chance was and is Jake.

Of course, not everything is always good, often there are stressful situations or information that is worse than you expected. This can be really hard for you sometimes, but Jake will help you deal with it.

Jake lets you help with everything, he is grateful and happy for your help, but still he takes care of you. He doesn’t overwhelm you and still makes sure that your life is as safe and normal as possible. He’s used to being on the run, but it’s still new to you.

All in all, you can’t imagine a better life than the one you’re living right now. You have Jake and you can get involved in good things. Jake is the best thing that could have happened to you.

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And you’re the best thing that could have happened to him.