#like hes one of the smartest and nicest people i know and an incredible teacher

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Also had an interesting dream about one of my professors 😳 not like a spicy weird one but still like.....could possibly be interpreted that way

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I'm missing my dad a lot right now and I would love a little father-daughter moment between Mulder and baby girl if inspiration strikes you. The way you write them is sweet. ❤️

Oh, dear anon. I’m sorry to hear you’re missing your dad. I hope this little bit helps. ️❤️

(Also, as a heads up, I took some liberties in erasing anything that “happened” with Monica in the revival because as far as I’m concerned, CC can shove that storyline somewhere the sun doesn’t shine.)

Written on my lunch break, briefly edited/revised. Tagging @today-in-fic​ and a couple of my pals, @baronessblixen​ and @viceversawrites​. 😊

The room is dim, a soft glow coming from the light above the bed. The faint beeping of monitors and IV pumps can be heard from down the hall, but it’s quiet in this room, which makes this different from so many of their previous hospital stays. No agents stationed outside the door, no cops coming to ask questions about potential suspects, just nurses and doctors making their rounds.

The sweet L&D nurse, Lauren, comes to check on the trio in the early hours of the morning. She finds Mulder lying in the bed next to Scully, his right arm wrapped around her. His left hand is gently stroking the small patch of red hair on his daughter’s head.

“How are you doing?” Lauren whispers, tapping her ID badge against the reader to wake up the computer.

“We’re good,” Scully says, smiling. Caroline is asleep in her arms, having just finished feeding not long ago. “We’re really good.”

Lauren types a few notes into the chart. “I’m glad to hear that. Do you want me to take her to the nursery for a bit, let you two get some rest?”

Scully looks to Mulder, unsure. Uninterrupted sleep sounds incredible, but she doesn’t know if she can stomach the thought of being separated from Caroline. Mulder understands this from her expression; she doesn’t have to say a word.

“Nah,” he says. “We’ve got her. I’ll let her mama get some sleep and I’ll take her for a while.”

“You got it,” Lauren agrees as she heads for the door. “Just let me know if you change your mind or need anything, okay?” Scully thanks her with a sleepy nod.

Mulder untangles himself from Scully and from the blankets, happy for the opportunity to stretch his limbs. When he stands and gets a good look at his wife, he realizes she’s blinking back tears.

“Hey. Hey,” Mulder says soothingly, reaching over to cup her cheek in his hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” Scully sniffles, wipes the back of her hand across her nose. “I’m just a little scared to be this happy.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Mulder’s voice is soft, reassuring. “We’re okay. Everything is okay.”

“I know.” He’s wiping her tears away with his thumb when she smiles up at him. “I guess I had just convinced myself we’d never get to do this. Somehow it didn’t feel real until I actually got to hold her.”

“Yeah. Me too. But look at her, Scully. She’s perfect. And she’s ours.”

Mulder kisses her forehead before she gives Caroline to him. He paces back and forth with her for a few moments and adjusts the tiny knit cap on her head.

“Mulder?” Scully’s voice is soft, almost shy. She’s cast in that soft glow of the light above her bed, looking almost angelic in this moment. It’s a thought Mulder would never voice out loud, but one that makes his heart swell anyway.

“Hm?”

“Thank you. For everything.“

"You don’t need to thank me. You’re the one who did all the work.”

“Yeah, but…” Scully smiles. “I couldn’t do this without you. And I wouldn’t want to, either. I love you. I hope you know how much.”

Mulder smiles back and leans down to give her a kiss. “I love you, too.”

He flips the switch to turn the light off so that the room is now illuminated only by the sliver of light coming in from the doorway.  

As soon as Scully falls asleep (which is almost immediately), Mulder shifts his focus down to the baby girl in his arms. She’s awake now, but quiet and calm.

He takes a seat in the recliner and looks out the window next to him, the sky shifting from black to shades of deep purple as the sun prepares to rise in a couple of hours.

“Hey, pumpkin,” he says quietly. “While I’ve got your attention, there are a few things I need to tell you. First things first: that woman over there, your mama, is the most important person in the world to both of us. We wouldn’t survive without her. I will do anything to protect her, and you too, okay?”

Though her eyes are still open, Caroline yawns.

“I can’t be boring you already, can I? Nah. You don’t even know what boredom is yet. I’ll just keep talking. Here’s the second thing you need to know: in this family, we are Yankees fans. The Red Sox are scum. You are so lucky that you were born a fan of the best team in major league baseball.”

“I also have to tell you ahead of time that I might not always get this whole dad thing right. My father wasn’t good at it, and I’m a little afraid I won’t be, either. But I’m going to do my best. And when I mess up, you just have to let me know so I can fix it, because I want to be the best dad in the universe for you.”

Mulder looks over Scully and grins. “You’ll find this out really quickly, but your mama is very smart. She’s the smartest person I’ve ever met. You might decide someday that you want to be a doctor like her. Or maybe you want to be a psychologist like your old man. Or maybe you’ll be a writer, or a teacher. I don’t know, pumpkin. But I do know you’ll be the best at whatever it is you choose, and we’re going to love you and support you no matter what.”

Mulder rocks gently back and forth in the chair. “Let’s see…what else do you need to know? Oh. Here’s something. If a man or a woman ever breaks your heart, you come to us right away, okay? We’ll take care of them for you, no questions asked. This is just one benefit of your parents being FBI agents.” He chuckles to himself.

Caroline yawns again as her eyes start to close. “Tomorrow you’ll get to meet your godparents. Your godmother’s name is Monica. Monica is one of the nicest people you will ever know. She’ll always be there to have movie nights with you and cheer you on in life. And your godfather’s name is John. He only wants the very best for you, so he’s gonna want to grill your significant others, too. I wasn’t so sure about John at first, but I warmed up to him eventually. You’ll learn quickly that I’m kind of stubborn, baby. But Monica and John were there for your mom at a time when I couldn’t be. They helped her and took care of her, and I know they’ll take care of you, too.”

“I really want to tell you more about your grandmother. Her name was Maggie. Oh, she would have loved you so much. We miss her every day. But you’ll get to see the best parts of her in your mama. And I promise we’ll try to make banana bread just as good as she made it.”

“I think that’s a good start for now, don’t you? We should get some sleep. Well…I should get some sleep,” he corrects himself, as Caroline has already been asleep for a few minutes. “We’ve got plenty of time to teach you everything you need to know. The only thing you really need to know right now is that you are by far the most loved little girl in the entire world.”

Mulder places a kiss on his daughter’s forehead. “Oh, and aliens are real, honey. Don’t ever let anyone try to convince you otherwise.”

[literaryoongi]

Coffee.

Drabble: Namjoon & OC. Words: 988 Genre: Slight Angst. “Early mornings and unrequired love are not meant to happen at the same time.”

Classes at eight thirty in the morning were definitely not your favorites, but the only thing that made everything better was that, if you left your house a little earlier in the morning, you could pay a visit to the Starbucks right next to your faculty and grab some coffee to deal with the next three hours of classes with your least favorite teacher.

Second thing that made everything better: Kim Namjoon. The psychology junior who was also getting a minor in literature, just because. The tall, handsome guy who made some good –and some really bad- fashion choices. The guy who is an absolutely asshole because he knew he’s smart and could easily surpass the smartest kid in the class if he wanted. The asshole you’ve been crushing on the entire semester and, most importantly, the guy who is completely unaware of your existence.

That wasn’t even something that bothered you anymore because expecting him to notice you in a dimly lighted auditorium filled with other hundred people was too much for you to ask, but still, there was always hope… Until that moment three weeks ago. There you were, waiting for your friends at the entrance of the auditorium while holding an iced americano –your choice of drink even during winter- and hesitating if you really wanted to go through this torture, but then you saw him. How could a person look that good at eight fifteen in the morning? Apparently, Namjoon was that kind of blessed people. Slowly, he approached the classroom, completely ignoring your presence until he reached the door and couldn’t enter the room. You, too dumbfounded by his mere presence, couldn’t even react when confusedly raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are you lost?” his voice, usually loud yet soft, is dry and rather low.

“Um… no?” your response sounded a lot like a question which made him wrinkle his forehead and your eyes quickly travelled to the floor to hide the furious blush in your cheeks.

“Can you… move? I don’t know what are you doing here but I have a class to attend and you’re not letting me get into my classroom” sighing and still staring at the floor, you move to the side and try to hide your disappointed due to his behavior. You knew he wasn’t the nicest person in the world, but was it necessary to be so rude?

“Sorry” you mutter as he passes next to your side and is quick to get into the room. A couple minutes later your friends arrive and you tell them the third kind contact you made with Namjoon and, without hesitation, they offer to kick his butt but you were simply not going to give him the benefit to know he had hurt you.

Now here you were, on your way to that class holding a cup of coffee and suppressing your desires to just turn around go back to your warm bed. Kim Namjoon wasn’t your biggest incentive to go to class anymore, so why were you even going? You are paying for this and it’s not cheap at all so keep moving, lazy piece of bread. Sighing once again, you make your way into the building. Five floors later, you are faced with an unusual sight. Your friends were talking, talking, with their swear enemy, the one and only Kim Namdouch. Taking one sip of your coffee, you decide to just walk into the classroom and straight up ignore your oh-so-called-friends. As you try to sneak past one of your classmates, you hear your name being called.

“Hey, we were waiting for you!” Mina, the one who was talking to him, raised her voice and you knew it was impossible to pretend you hadn’t hear her so, against your will, you turn around and weakly wave at them.

“Mm… hi.” Not making eye contact with Namjoon, you approach your friends.

“You are _____, right?” the mention of your name forces you look at him, instantly regretting it because he was staring straight into your eyes.

“Yep, that’s my name”.

“Nice, I was talking to Mina, mm- telling her about this amazing café that opened a couple blocks away from here and tonight my friends are playing with their band, it’s a pretty cool jazz band, you should totally check them out, _____, anyways, it would be amazing if you could go, Mina and Sana are coming too so you won’t be alone.” Namjoon takes a deep breath after that long monologue and the girls laugh a little bit. You, on the other side, are completely confused and a slight tingling pain had installed inside your chest. Not knowing the real reason, you take another sip from your coffee and softly sigh, still thinking your answer.

“C’mon, _____, the band is amazing, we went to the inauguration of the café and the band played that day as well, right Namjoon?” her words make the pain inside your chest sting even more than before. Ah… that’s why it hurt. It was a hunch. Mina wasn’t one of your closest friends so she had no idea about your little crush on Namjoon, but still, knowing they had gone together did nothing but make you feel uneasy and incredibly uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I’m busy tonight, I promised my roommate I would help her with some stuff,” Mina and Sana exchange a concerned look and Namjoon frowns, awkwardly fixing an inexistent fold on his shirt “but I hope you have tons of fun. I’m going class now, I don’t want to be late” you smile at them and turn around, trying not to cry from the frustration and shame this entire situation put you through.

Later that evening you found yourself softly crying on your bed while thinking what could have happened if you had just talked to him a little bit earlier.

During times like these, you wish you weren’t such a coward.

Sorry for going M.I.A. Uni is sucking the life out of me. This was slightly inspired by something that happened to me last semester. xx.