#wc s9

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

“After existing for 18 years, Winx has segmented into 5 separate canons- the original Winx Club, PopPixie, World of Winx, Fate: The Winx Saga, and the upcoming “season 9.” (You could even count the pilot episode if you wanted to). With all these different universes playing out (some of which are at the same time), I really want to see what it would be like if there was some sort of Winx multiverse crossover.”

[avis-writeshq]

hi ! love ur fics <3

can i request reader as being a massive flirt publicly towards spencer but when its Intimate and Private, reader is suddenly Stunned and Speechless and Blushing and spencer kinda gets the confidence to Do Stuff

im sorry if that was the stupidest described ask ever achh but lov u !

pairing: s9!spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: established relationship, bombshell-ish(?) reader, fluff warnings: 16+ for kind of suggestive? he’s so in love UGH a/n: thank you for requesting !! wc: 1.22k

Spencer thinks that you are the most beautiful person in the world. He thinks that you’re glowing every time you walk into the room– no matter how upset or disgruntled you may be– and as cliche as it may seem, he’s certain that swarms butterflies fill his stomach and cloud his mind. In fact, he thinks that you have always had that effect on him, ever since he’s met you. You’re touchy, and despite Spencer’s general aversion to physical touch, he finds that he doesn’t mind your germs much. 

Very often he finds himself at your mercy, with the way your fingers brush against his face as if it’s nothing, as if that movement alone was something that you do with everyone (you’ve only ever done it with him). There are other instances where you’ve been very blatant in your attraction towards him, so much so that he ends up with his cheeks hot more often than not. A part of him is grateful that though you work in the FBI, it isn’t his division. He doubts he’d be able to see the end of it.

“Spencer,” you gush, curling your fingers into the ends of his hair. Or rather, lack of hair. “You got a haircut. You’re supposed to consult me first, you know.”

He laughs, looking up at you as you stand over him while he sits at his desk. “Is that what a good boyfriend is supposed to do?”

“Yes.” You speak with mock indignation, properly running your fingers through his hair from his fringe to the back of his head. “It’s so short.”

“Do you hate it?” There’s a momentary pang of unease that strikes at his heart. “Maybe I should have consulted you.”

“No, baby, it looks really good.” You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his hairline. “You’re warm. Do you have a fever?”

Of course I’m warm, Spencer wants to say while you continue to dote on him, your hands travelling to his collar next and brushing against his throat. You’re touching me in the middle of the bullpen. 

He opts to not say anything when he sees your knowing smile. You’re doing this on purpose. He clicks his tongue, squeezing at your waist lightly as you lean over him to kiss his forehead. He’ll let you win this battle; he’s going to get you back.

***

He doesn’t really know how to get you back. There are a few harmless things he’d thought of doing: sneaking into your department and hiding your mug on the top shelf (he fears that you’d ask someone, a taller more handsome someone, to rescue it for you), not wearing the tie you picked out for him that morning (he can already envision your disappointed frown and his chest aches at the imaginary you getting upset because of him), and putting toothpaste in your Oreos (he doesn’t want to die). 

All of these ideas go down the drain and he ends up not getting back at you for days. It doesn’t help that he’s been gone for a case while you’ve been stuck at home. It isn’t all bad, and a part of him wishes that he can hold himself to the same level of confidence as Derek when Penelope calls him with flirtatious motives. You do virtually the same thing. 

Your words are honey as you shower him with compliments, ending him with a simple “Hey, gorgeous.” 

It is enough to make his heart leap to his throat and his cheeks to warm to a pretty pink. There’s not much overlap between the Human Resources Branch and the BAU, especially considering that you assist more on the training and hiring side of things, so there aren’t many opportunities for you to fluster him when he’s out of the office. He finds that you always make an excuse.

“Hi,” he responds softly, avoiding the teasing gazes of Emily and Derek. “Is… are you okay?”

“Do I need to not be okay to talk to my lovely boyfriend?” 

You’re teasing him, poking fun at the way he so easily surrenders to you. He resists the urge to run out the room. 

“Stop,” he warns half-heartedly. He says your name quietly, tapping his fingers at the edge of the table. “Is there something you needed?”

He can practically hear you smile as you respond, the sound of your mouse clicking in the background. “Oh, yeah. My computer says that my storage is full. What do I do?”

“Your storage is full,” he repeats, smiling. “That’s why you called me?”

“It’s lunchtime in Santa Monica, right?”

He relents, cheeks hurting from how hot and stretched out they are. “Yes.”

“Then it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

He puffs out a breath of air, running his fingers through his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re lovely.” He can imagine you batting your eyes, your smile saccharine. “Don’t you wish that you were here, gorgeous?”

He’s definitely going to get you back.

*** 

Spencer goes to your apartment once the case ends, his eyes dreary with sleep and the horrors that he saw only a few hours prior. Your apartment key hangs next to his on his keychain– a limited edition Tardis charm that you got him for his birthday. He huffs out a breath, unlocking your door and stepping inside. He’s met with you dancing around in your kitchen, headphones on whilst holding a wooden spoon. A part of him is concerned with how easily he could slip into your home without being notice, but the other part can’t help but smile at how carefree you look, and he leans against the wall to stare. 

He doesn’t get the opportunity to stare for long. It’s comical, the way you jump upon seeing him, eyes wide as you rip your headphones off. 

“You’re back! You scared me.” A smile stretches across your lips while you press your palm to your chest whilst taking steps towards him. “Don’t do that ever again.”

Spencer laughs, toeing his shoes off and resting his hands on your waist. His head dips down to meet your gaze, peering up at you with a soft smile. “You look beautiful.”

Your cheeks glow warm and you break eye contact. “Yeah?”

“Mm.” He hooks his pointer finger under your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I missed you.”

He notes the way you don’t respond, in some sort of daze while your lips part in both surprise and flusteredness. He understands your sentiments– it isn’t often that he initiates affection. 

“Did you miss me, too?” Spencer asks softly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks. 

“Of course I did,” you croak out, heat building in your head. 

Spencer chuckles, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He’s doing this on purpose, flustering you to the point of no return. He kisses you again, one hand holding the base of your head while the other squeezes at the flesh of your waist. It’s dizzying, the taste of coffee on his tongue and the feel of his fingers in your hair. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmurs once he’s pulled away. His thumb rubs a line from the back of your ear to where your jawline starts, and he can’t help but chuckle. “Where did that confidence go, hm?”

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[multifandommilfs]

We're All In The Mood For A Melody

Pairing: Alex Blake/reader

Wc: 1197

Summary: you just needed a bit of liquid courage to make your life complete

A/n: based on ending of s9 ep7, the background song of that ep is the title and inspiration for this fic <3

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You watched as the team trickled up the bar's stage along with David, laughter bubbling up their throats as a song played, lyrics running up a screen behind them. You whooped with beer in hand, cheering them on.

 

JJ squinted her eyes at you, beckoning you up with two fingers, mirth running round and round within her irises under the shafts of spotlight.

 

You shook your head, lips cracking into a wide smile. "Get up here!" David tried Morgan, only to receive the same treatment, laughter cutting through as the cherry tune of the song perked up. Hotch whipped out his phone, amusement on his lips.

 

They gave up fairly quick, turning their attention back to the song with the light liquor tickling their nerves, giving everyone a looseness as they sang unabashedly, practically tone deaf. 

 

As the song heightened cheerily, so did the enthusiasm in the bar. From JJ's vantage point onstage, she caught your approach to Alex.

 

It had been a few months since Alex's affiliation, and the two of you had been the main bet of the BAU. Your chemistry was so fueled that Hotch played in on it as well which was uncharacteristically unlike him.

 

They'd been pairing and leaving both of you together in good humour, though no moves had been made from either party which had made them more ansty for results than they'd like to admit.

 

JJ watched furtively as you tapped two fingers on Alex's shoulder against the dim light of the bar. Then you chugged a mouthful of beer before Alex turned. That was when JJ nudged Garcia. Something was unraveling.

 

Garcia, with excitement at the bay of her lips, tried her hardest to appear insouciant. The tacit news was nudged around the team and the song had trouble remaining in its rhythm.

 

They half-watched as the both of you exchanged some words, lips lit up in a smile. Then you curtsied with utmost exaggeration, a hand outstretched in Alex's direction, who was wracked up with delight.

 

Self control had become a virtue for Garcia and JJ. Their increasingly giggly behaviors were finally noticed by Hotch and Morgan, who turned in curiousity; the camera was now on the both of you.

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You knew it was an inimitable moment. Even with the years accumulated in the BAU, it was the first for you to hear your friends sing, which made it even more memorable with Alex.

 

Everything seemed to be placed perfectly. Alex swaying lightly to the upbeat tune. You grasped the chance with an iron grip and took swigs of your beer, for she had an intimidation to her that you couldn't quite get past without the tingle in your veins.

 

So with courage trickling into you, you offered her a dance. When you curtsied, her laughter was more melodious than the music itself. You looked up at her through your lashes; her grin was apparent, eyes sparkling with a certain fondness you couldn't place.

 

You proffered a hand, ignoring the stretch in your calves because who even curtsies nowadays? "May I have this dance, my lady?"

 

She crackled up, pressing one hand against her lips as she put another hand of acceptance in your palm, the beers forgotten on a nearby table. "Pleasure." Her words were all broken from her tittering.

  

You rose up, your cheeks sore from all the dopamine. Your chin was over her shoulder, just as hers was over yours. A waft of her light perfume sent shivers down your knees, your eyes pressing close for a slight. 

 

Just like that, she was now leading, your bodies capering to the liveliness of the bar. Her touch on your waist was warmer than you expected, but then you were wholly warm since your initiation to this dance. 

 

 

"The chorus is nearing." You whispered by the edge of her jaw unintentionally and missed the way she shivered.

 

The team, however, didn't. All eyes were on you and Alex, expecting eyes and Cheshire cat smiles. What you didn't know was that the song was looped. It was the second crescendo already. 

 

"And you have plans?" Her left knee brushed your thigh, her words leaving hot breaths on your shoulder, sending tingles down your spine, widening your smile. 

 

"Yes." 

 

The song leapt to a crescendo, you led her into a faraway spin before pulling her back into your arms. Her laughter on your shoulder sending waves up your neck as you grasped her by her waist in a steadying motion. The pulse in your ears roaring alongside her laugh.

 

"You had a terrific dance instructor." She chuckled, her laughter dying down as she lifted her head. But she underestimated the distance between the two of you. 

 

The tips of your noses a breadth away from touching. She didn't miss the way your gaze flicked from her lips to meet her eyes at the last second.

 

She saw the endearment then, the soft tinge in your eyes, her heart raced. The atmosphere felt a twinge warmer and she was sure it wasn't the liquor. 

 

"Thank you, I taught myself." You breathed, or gasped because you felt so out of breath like she'd stolen yours from the moment she caught you in the act, but the moment was too good to be ruined. If this is the last time you'd be able to talk to her, you'd go all out.

 

So you lunged, capturing her lips in a hot breath, your hands raking into her hair. The world fell apart. Heart soaring, pulse thumping, white bursting behind your lids.

 

It was only for a second—a second of no regrets. All and utter bliss you'd never relive again. The tentative palm on your neck brought you back to the bar and you pulled away instantly, missing the way she chased to have you back. 

 

The team clasped a hand over their mouths, the song forgotten a long time ago. 

 

"I'm so sor-"

 

She shushed you with full authority and crashed her lips back to yours with utmost self-indulgence. Her grip on your waist was rough as she shoved you back into a table, all desperation and no grace. 

 

Then Garcia screamed a "YES!!", tears brimming in her eyes from post-anticipation. It snapped you out of your daze and you stumbled away from Alex, parting once again. A confusing sight of the upstage wolf whistling for the downstage. 

 

Were it not for her grip tight on your midriff, you were sure you would've fallen from how fast you detached from each other. It was especially grounding when you noticed Hotch with the camera and your friends' eyes all hooked on the both of you. 

 

Blush high on your complexion as they cleared from the stage and gave you hugs and said congratulations like you had news of marriage or kids. 

 

"Was this your ruse?" Alex queried you with squinting eyes once the team were back to their tables, giving both of you suggestive glances that you ignored wholeheartedly.

 

"That's a pretty bad profile, Ms Profiler." She considered you, tongue-in-cheek.

 

"Prove it." She leaned forward on her elbows.

So you did, kissing her long and hard until you were out of breath.

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[connorsblog]

maggies letter to reader (s9 exit)

kind of angsty idk

a/n — i wrote this along another maggie fic which i'll post probably relatively soon after i post this one.

a/n 2 — ik this is short but its 5am so 😵‍💫 im a bit tired

wc — ~190

“my love,

i assume you know i'm gone. that is why the letter is here for you, your favorite bow tied over it just like you like it on your gifts.

i know i should've told you in person. i just couldn't.

i wouldn't have left had it been for negan — so don't think it's you.

and if i thought it was good for you, i'd have also asked you to leave with me.

but you have a life here.

and i'll be back. i just need to be away from negan and everything rick had built.

it's a lot for right now.

and with rick gone, it just reminds me of glenn and abraham quite too much.

half of me hopes one day rick will appear — just saying it was a mere prank.

but i know it will not happen, and i have to remind myself this is real life. not just some ruse.

it brought up everything out of nowhere, and i think it's better if i deal with that before i come back.

me and hershel are safe. i love you

love, maggie.”

[shiningstarlight101]

So i was thinking of making some kind of timeline/connected universe thing for mcyt series like hermitcraft and such. There will be notes under the read more cut, and i'd HUGELY appreciate it if people had any more things to add + definitive years between universes (the actual one will look better lol)

Ok so for the notes!

So we know empires s1 and s2 are in the same world but with a lot of time inbetween. I believe sausage made an estimate but i dont remember completely. We do know without a doubt that witchcraft smp (wcsmp) takes place 10 years after the end of empire smp, due to e2!Shelby becoming wc!Shelby and her finale saying "10 years later".

Fame smp is connected to witchcraft. I dont know a lot since i dont watch it but i do know Bertha, who was in witchcraft, starts fame smp by going from the wc world to that one and even makes note of it being a different universe.

Afterlife smp is a different universe to esmp s2 but theyre both directly connected. Both through Sausage's lore and Oli. Oli starts esmp s2 by going from afterlife to it, and he keeps knowledge of afterlife. I dont know if new life is connected to afterlife tho? I assume it is but i cant actually say for sure.

Now to the top part. Hermitcraft s9 is of course connected to esmp s2 because of the collab. I didnt want to write out all the hermitcraft seasons but the time between would probably mimmick how much time has been between each season irl.

The third life series also is most likely connected to hermitcraft. Simular to it, the time inbetween each season would mimmick the irl times. It is tied to rat smp in another universe thanks to Martyn lore. And origins smp can be tied to rat smp because origins smp Sneeg and Philza both appeared in the series.

That is all for now. I'd love to hear if people have more info. Especially on adding other series i might not watch! I want to make this as extensive as possible lol

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (10-16 Mar 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Art Thief, Heart Thief (odetteandodile) - 58K, stucky white collar inspired AU - enjoyed how author took the WC set up (fbi art agent, criminal consultant) and made it theirs & perfect for stucky

💖💖 +195K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Midlife Crisis (profoundalpacakitten) - MCU: stucky, 7K - reread, forever fave - the quiet, piercing, understated tenderness in this fic is unmatched

Progredi (justanotherStonyfan) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 37K - the next installment in the fabulous Honey Honey series

Pistachios and Rose Water (goldsaffron) - The Old Guard: kaysanova, 15K - J&N spend 10 years putting down roots, building a home & collecting a found family as Nicky learns to express his love through food

Consensual Catfishing (foresthearts) - Stranger Things: steddie, 32K - modern AU, told via social media - delightful story! adored these characters & their voices and using all different sorts of SM to tell it. brilliant idea, adeptly executed. the art is also pretty great

they're going to send us to prison for jerks (greatunironic) - Stranger Things: steddie, 16K - another really fun modern steddie with a strong social media AU premise

Os Impurum (the_deep_magic) - The Eagle | The Eagle of the Ninth: Marcus Flavius Aquila/Esca Mac CunovalMarcus/Esca, 18K - solidly good fic about marcus/esca post canon, esp marcus discovering some new things about himself 😉

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Ghosts (US) - s3, e5

Game Changer - s6, e3

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "For the Hoard!" (s7, e15)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Treachery at Gramercy" (s7, e16)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Two Sides of the Same Coin (Part 1)" (s7, e17)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Two Sides of the Same Coin (Part 2)" (s7, e18)

D20: Adventuring Party - s3, e12-16

Um, Actually - s9, e2

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Cursed Out" (s21, e10)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Cool Ranch Communion" (s16, e10)

D20: Tiny Heist - "Big Little Crimes" (s4, e1)

D20: Tiny Heist - "Chicanery at Shoeby's Casino" (s4, e2)

D20: Tiny Heist - "Scheming and Scoring Fairy Dust" (s4, e3)

Agatha Christie's Marple - "The Secret of Chimneys" (s5, e2) [shout out to @leupagus for this rec; they were not wrong about the acting choices made here 🤩]

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep001 The Open Door

What Next: TBD - Instagram’s Pedophile Problem

Desert Island Discs - Cillian Murphy, actor

WikiHole - Lenny Kravitz (with Paul F. Tompkins, Drew Tarver, and Heléne Yorke)

This Cultural Life - Andrew Scott

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Our 2024 Oscars Recap

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Grave of XYZ

Vibe Check - Hey, Sis: featuring Morgan Parker

WikiHole with D'Arcy Carden - Fear of Dolphins (with Kumail Nanjiani, Emily Gordon, and Jonah Ray)

The Allusionist - 190. Craters

WikiHole with D'Arcy Carden - Tetris (with Adam Pally, Jon Gabrus and Blair Socci)

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Lighthouse Keeper

⭐ Vibe Check - A Special Conversation with Afeef Nessouli

Short Wave - What We Know About Long COVID, From Brain Fog to Fatigue

⭐ Decoder Ring - Why Stylists Rule the Red Carpet

⭐ 99% Invisible #573 - Toyetic

You Are Good - My Best Friend's Wedding w. Sam Sanders

If Books Could Kill - Lean In

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Law of the Tongue

Imaginary Worlds - The Nine Lives of Red Dwarf

Today, Explained - Lip gloss, gum, and the Pill

Dear Prudence - My Ex Had Sex With My Brother. Help!

What Next: TBD - Is TikTok Cooked This Time?

Short Wave - Are We On The Brink Of A Nuclear Fusion Breakthrough?

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Love Lies Bleeding And What's Making Us Happy

Endless Thread - The Music Man, Part 1

Welcome to Night Vale #244 - A Multiplicity of Kevin

Today, Explained - Hollywood’s still not back

99% Invisible - The Power Broker #03: David Sims

Off Menu - Ep 233: Frankie Boyle (Live in Glasgow)

⭐ Hit Parade - Gotcha Covered Edition

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

The Donnas

Smooth Rockabilly

Respect: '60s Iconic Women

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[alliedbiscuit]

Location, Location, Location

msr fic / between s9 and iwtb / wc: 1858 / rating: mature

From my own prompt: The first time Mulder and Scully fuck in the Unremarkable House, and Scully realizes she can be as loud as she wants (yep I guess I'm trying this).

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It doesn’t occur to her until their second night in their first home.

On their first night, they were both so physically and emotionally exhausted from the move, neither even broached the idea of making love. They just wanted to hold one another in their brand new bed in their brand new (to them) home, finally able to be still and safe together.

On their second night, Scully makes dinner – just pasta and a salad – but after the last few months on the run, she’s vowed to never take the luxury of a home-cooked meal for granted again. The same goes for the extra touches to accompany their meal, like a nice loaf of crusty bread from a local bakery and a decent bottle of red.

While Mulder has never been a great appreciator of the simple pleasures in life, he knows what they mean to Scully and correctly identifies the significance of the simple but thoughtful spread. This was a meal, and evening, to be savored.

After dinner, back in that brand new bed, it’s her naked body that is being savored. With Mulder’s face between her legs, lapping at her core, she lets out a long, deep moan. A loud one.

She surprises herself with her own volume and starts doing the same type of mental calculations she’d done in every apartment and motel room they’d ever shared – how thick were those walls, had anyone checked into the room next to theirs, if she could hear her upstairs neighbor moaning (while alone!) at all hours of the day and night (one time it was barely 9am!), then he could probably hear her, right?

And then it occurs to her.

There are no neighbors. No ice machine creating a high-traffic area right outside the door. No housekeeping staff making the rounds as the two of them try to sneak in a round of morning sex.

No need to adjust her volume at all.

She gets slightly louder, letting out a steady and only slightly whiny hum.

“So good. That feels so good,” she purrs, as she runs her fingers through Mulder’s hair.

While their new locale might change her bedroom behavior, she doubts it will have any effect on Mulder’s. Mulder doesn’t get loud. He rarely raised his voice in real life, even in their often volatile job, and when he did, it was pretty exclusively to locate her or alert her to danger.

That doesn’t mean he is quiet during sex. Far from it. He just prefers to whisper his intimate insights into her ear or hair or skin or…other places.

For instance, she can feel his lips moving in that very moment, for purposes other than their obvious current occupation. She can’t make out the exact words, but she definitely feels his full lips and warm breath pressing plosive P’s against her lower lips. Based on history and context clues, she guesses he is saying some combination of his favorites – perfect, pretty, pussy.

Scully doesn’t expect or want him to change at all. She can be loud enough for the both of them. In fact, it will be for the both of them because Mulder’s greatest pleasure is when Scully lets herself go. And that is exactly what she does as she continues to let her sounds of satisfaction echo out into their new home.

When she tugs on his hair, indicating she wants – needs – something else, Mulder rises from his position between her thighs and comes to stand by the bedside, still in his boxer briefs, his erection jutting out at Scully’s eye-level as she raises herself to bend towards it. She pulls down his waistband with vigor, forcing his hard cock to spring into view.

Scully gives an appreciative groan as she wraps her lips around his head and a hand around his shaft. She has never seen, or heard, the appeal of the exaggerated gagging noises popular in some of his entertainment choices, but she knows the combined power of the sound and vibration of a well-placed moan. She knows Mulder appreciates it to. In fact, he appreciates it so much that he has to gently pull her up by the shoulders to stop her ministrations after only a few seconds.

She looks up expectantly and sees him standing with his eyes closed tight in concentration, determined to keep control.

“No, I don’t want your mouth full,” he says huskily before he helps guide her up onto all fours, facing away from him.

She can never get anything past her profiler. He knows what she wants tonight and knows that taking her from behind is the best way to do it.

As he guides himself inside her and places his hands on her hips, Scully drawls out an awed, “Oh God.” He moves incrementally until he reaches the hilt.

“Every inch. I want to feel every inch filling me up,” Scully says with conviction.

The scene earlier in the kitchen had been the most traditionally domestic evening they’d ever had - eating dinner at the actual dining room table, compiling a list of essentials they still needed from the pharmacy and the hardware store. They hadn’t unpacked any stemware yet, so they drank their fancy red wine out of coffee mugs. How had she gone from drinking wine out of a mug with a cartoon of the Loch Ness Monster on the side to shouting the filthiest things she’d ever said out loud in less than an hour?

Maybe she really can have it all.

Mulder establishes a hard, pounding pace as Scully continues to vocalize, now producing full-throated shouts of pleasure.

“Tell me, Scully. Tell me,” Mulder gritted out.

“So. Fucking. Good,” each word punctuated by a thrust of Mulder’s hips.

He pulls her up to just her knees, bringing her back flush with his heaving chest. His arms wrap around her from the front as he drops his head over her shoulder to scatter kisses there and whisper again, into her ear this time.

“You keep it up, someone will hear you. They’ll be able to hear you down the road,” he says, without a hint of reproach.

“Good. Let them hear. Let them hear you fucking my brains out,” she cries, punctuating her statement with a sob of pleasure.

Scully thinks she hears a shocked gasp from Mulder’s lips, but if so, it doesn’t take him long to recover from his surprise. The pace of his thrusts becomes unrelenting. His left hand cups her right breast, his thumb rubbing her hard nipple, as his right hand slides down to begin vigorously rubbing her clit.

Oh. He’s taken her last statement as a personal challenge.

Scully hears herself get louder and louder as she nears her peak. Noises she’d never thought she could make before. Guttural sounds alternating with high-pitched whines as she gets close, so close. Mulder slows back down again to administer hammering strokes while he adds more pressure with his middle finger massaging her clit, and finally Scully lets loose a high-pitched scream as she’s pushed over the edge.

She falls forward onto her forearms as she continues to ramble nonsense words into the mattress between gasping breaths. She removes herself from Mulder’s cock, now overly sensitive while still riding out her pleasure on shaky legs, but she reaches her hands behind her to keep contact and run them along the backs of his thighs. She allows herself a few moments to recover before she addresses a matter still at hand.

“You need to cum. I need you to cum.”

That was definitely the loudest she’d ever expressed that particular sentiment aloud.

“Please, baby. Please,” she pleads as grips his thighs.

She knows he’s already dangerously close and the rare term of endearment and even rarer begging from her will only push him even closer to where they both want him to be.

Mulder motions for her to move and make room for him as he lies down on his back. She tosses a leg over to straddle his hips before lowering herself on to his throbbing cock. She indulges in a few rotations of her hips and bounces up and down on his dick before he reaches out for what she knows he needs.

He needs to be face to face. Mulder pulls her down so that they are nearly chest to chest, just far enough apart that her nipples drag tantalizingly through his chest hair as they move together. He places one hand in her hair as he looks into her eyes with his awe and adoration and arousal on full display. Scully feels another wave building inside of herself and makes sure he can see the love reflected in her eyes as clearly as he can hear the lust reflected in her voice.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please never stop,” Scully begs.

Mulder pulls her flush against him by wrapping both arms around her completely. They bury their faces in one another’s necks as their movements become more erratic, both striving to push the other over the edge.

“I’ll never stop. I never want to stop,” Mulder pants in her ear, sounding both dazed but determined at the same time. One palm is cradling the back of her head, petting her hair reassuringly as he makes his vow. “I’m going to fuck you forever. As long as you’ll let me. I’ll never stop. Every night. I want to fuck you forever.”

Scully screams a primal, extended string of yesses all through Mulder’s final powerful thrusts, their grinding undulations during their shared climax, and his pulsating finish deep inside of her.

Even though they’re both sweaty and breathing heavy after, they remain close, huddled together like they’re going to share secrets. But neither speaks for several minutes. It’s so quiet that eventually they can hear the gravel scattering and the whoosh of the wind as a car passes out on the main road.

“I guess we’re not as far from civilization as I thought,” she says.

“Should we put in some soundproofing? Because I don’t think I can go back to quiet fucking after tonight.”

Scully scoffs and gives him a slight slap on the arm, but he just uses the arm to pull her closer and drop a kiss to the top of her head.

“You were so amazing,” he whispers into her hair. She grins in spite of herself, and his crass remark is forgotten.

“I’m afraid it did take me a minute to figure it out, though. I thought maybe I was just really blowing your mind tonight,” he says with a self-deprecating grin.

She thinks about rolling her eyes and making a sarcastic quip about the earth moving and giving him a deadpan, “You animal.” But something stops her as she looks up into his eyes and touches his cheek. She needs to tell him. She wants him to hear.

“No, but…this is how it feels every time,” she admits.

He looks truly astonished for a moment and like he wants to reply, but then his glistening eyes regard her so tenderly that they say everything, loud and clear.

Every time. Every night. Forever.

[scullysexual]

Hey loaf, could you please write something for X catches Y lovingly gazing at them from the cliché prompts please? Thank you!

cliche prompts | g | s9- post the truth | second person scully pov | wc: 297 | @today-in-fic |

Maybe not what you were expecting :/

They're Perfections To Him.

You try not to cover yourself. Your eyes are staring at the floor, waiting for him to say something. But he is quiet.

He hates it. He is revolted by it. It’s all left over baby fat and stretched skin.

He’s quiet because he’s disgusted. It’s not what he saw before, what he fell in love with.

You want to cry, your arms beginning to cross over your body to hide yourself from his look.

“Scully, I—” he falters. “Dana…”

That’s what stops you. That name. Dana. And the way he said it, too.

You hazard a glance up and realise his silence isn’t because he’s disgusted. He’s amazed. His gaze. It makes you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth.

You smile, allowing it to rush through your body like warm sunlight.

“See something you like?” he ask, emboldened by his look.

He is starstruck, however.

“You have no idea.” His eyes move all over your body, unsure where to stay and look.

He grabs you then, pulling you down onto the bed. Above you, he kisses you.

“I thought you’d be disgusted by it,” you say when you part.

He looks offended.

“Never,” he says, he hands grabbing handfuls of your skin. “There’s so much of you.” He kisses you again, unable to help himself.

“You carried our child, why would I be disgusted by that?” He almost seems dazed by the question.

You shrug. “Some people are.”

“Well then, some people are idiots.”

He rolls you beneath him, covering you completely. Your lips on your skin, trailing downwards. You close your eyes, forgetting about your imperfections. They’re perfections to him, anyway.

“You’re beautiful Dana,” he says quietly. “No matter how you change.”

And you believe it. In this moment, you believe it.

[avis-writeshq]

not me asking for it https://www.tumblr.com/avis-writeshq/744966259884556288/if-someone-asks-for-it-ill-write-a-fic-based-on?source=share

pairing: s9!spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff, established relationship, SMUT warnings: 18+ CONTENT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! oral fem receiving, spencer reid is a munch, hair pulling, fingering a/n: a promise is a promise !! based off of this post <3 i hope this lived up to expectations !! first time writing fem oral ha h a ha wc: 1.1k

Honestly, if there’s one person Spencer can blame for the situation he is currently in, he blames himself. After all, he should have known that a ‘gathering’ at Rossi’s house that was planned by Penelope would only call for a lot of teasing, a lot of ‘get to know each other!’ games (despite the fact that he has worked with this same team for more than seven years. What else is there to know?), and a lot of alcohol. He didn’t quite realise that these games would be of the drinking variety. Alas, here he is, sitting on one of Rossi’s incredibly expensive leather couches and cringing at the horrid taste of whiskey. 

The game they’re currently playing is an alcoholic’s rendition of ‘who is most likely to?’, involving a thick stack of cards with different topics while each member of the team took turns reading out. Whoever ended up with the most amount fingers pointed in their direction was forced to drink.

Spencer hates this game. He has drank from his cup a grand total of six times, and he is not getting any more used to the spicy-poison-equivalent in his hand. 

“Alright, this is a good one,” Derek announces with a manic snigger. “Who here is most likely to be a munch?”

There is no hesitation in anyone’s answers, and all six fingers point into Spencer’s direction. His jaw drops at the betrayal, his head spinning from the sheer amount of shots he had to take but also what the hell is a munch?

“I don’t even know what that means!” He insists. 

“Oh–” Penelope wears a half delighted half pitying expression at his words. “We really need to get you onto the internet more. Reddit is probably up your alley.”

“Even Rossi knows what it means,” Emily cackles, gesturing to Rossi who looks all too pleased. “Hotch was my second option though.”

Aaron shrugs, sipping at his drink. “Guilty.”

A chorus of laughs and shrieks erupt from the group, leaving Spencer even more confused. “What?”

“Don’t Google it,” JJ chimes in. “Seriously.”

Spencer nods, and although he knows that he should have taken the warning seriously, the curiosity was getting to him and he had no choice but to search it up as soon as he got home. He gets the usual answers– the etymology of the word, what it means in the Oxford Dictionary, the popularity of the word since the early 1800s, and he really doesn’t understand what the fuss is. Does the team think that he eats loudly? Or that he chews with his mouth open? His brows furrow at the unsightly thought. 

His interest soon shifts to a different a different link, namely The Urban Dictionary. He blinks, clicking on the link without much thought and– oh. He does not get much sleep that night.

*** 

Your relationship with Spencer isn’t a secret. At least, it was never supposed to be classified as such. He is simply an incredibly private person that even his closest friends don’t know that you exist. It simply never popped up in conversation– or so he says.

The relationship isn’t necessarily new either. It’s nearing the one year mark and you have gotten to the point where the two of you have been more ‘experimental’ when it comes to sex. He finds it embarrassing. You find it unsurprising that he would. You find it even more surprising when he breaks a kiss halfway to lower you onto his bed, your head falling to one of his very expensive memory foam pillows. 

“I want to try something,” he announces softly into your ear, squeezing gently at your waist and looping his fingers into his shorts. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, body hot with anticipation as he pulls down your shorts. It’s only when he brings his face between your thighs do you realise what he intends to do. “Spence, you don’t have to–”

“I want to,” he repeats softly, his fingers running up and down the lacy fabric at your slit. “If you want me to stop, you can tell me.”

You shake your head immediately at that, your hands moving to his grip his shoulders. “No, I don’t want you to stop but– but Spence, this is the first time you’ve done this. It’s okay–”

“Let me do this for you,” he says, his breath ghosting against the sensitive skin of your thighs. “I’ve done my research.”

“What–”

You’re silenced as soon as he presses his lips to your cunt, only separated by your pretty lacy underwear. He groans quietly at the taste of your slick seeping through the fabric, and his hands hold onto your thighs to keep them parted. It’s so good, so good, but it just isn’t enough. He pushes the fabric to the side, watching the way it clings and sticks to your skin. 

All it takes is one swipe of his tongue on your pretty clit for his brain to grow blank. The grip he has on your thighs grow firmer and his fingers dig in hard enough to leave little marks. His nose bumps against your clit while his tongue travels against your folds. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathes against you, lapping at your dripping cunt. “Fuck, angel, you’re so beautiful.”

Then, he’s on you all over again. His lips wrap around your clit and he whines into you as he sucks at the bundle of nerves. Each one of his actions has your back lifting from the bed and your hands tugging at his curls, to which he responds with a quiet moan. Amidst the pleasure, your mind nags you to be gentle, and you loosen your grip despite it taking all of your self control.

“Do that again.” He says it as a demand, guiding your hands back into his hair. “Do it again, angel.”

His head is spinning and he craves for more of you, his tongue flattening against your clit over and over again. He brings his own fingers to brush against your entrance, coating them with your slick before slipping his middle finger inside. It’s only the first knuckle but it’s enough to have you squirming beneath him. He pushes further until it reaches all the way, and Spencer groans at the feeling of you tightening around him. He kisses your clit again at the same time he curls his finger inside you and it’s all too much. 

“Spence–”

You gush around his finger and he licks and laps at your pussy like he needs it to breathe. His finger curls open and closed inside you while you rock your hips against his face, your grip on his hair tightening as each second of your high passes. 

“So good,” Spencer moans, kissing your clit. “Taste so good. You can do one more, right, angel? Just one more, I promise.”

reblogs are always appreciated !!

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[risingphoenix761]

Howling

Summary: "The court was nearly returned to normal...as normal as Hell can get, at least…"

WC: 997

Tags/warnings: nothing in here you won't see on the show

A/N: After much wailing and hand wringing, I did it! My piece for @crispychrissy and her Gif It To Me Challenge, prompts below, also filling in the following bingo squares: a day in the life of Crowley for @crowleybigbang bingo, Demon!Dean for @heavenandhellbingo, and King of Hell!Crowley for @swansongbingo. This fits on the timeline between s9 and s10, for whom it may concern, and a shout-out to @letsby for looking this over. Enjoy!

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The court was nearly returned to normal...as normal as Hell can get, at least. Abaddon was dead and her followers were soon to, well, follow. There was no one who stood to take Crowley's throne from him. And now that he had kicked the habit of human blood, things seemed to be looking up for the King of Hell.

He even had a new bestie.

It had been a long day of torturing captives and executing traitors, and while he enjoyed bringing his kingdom back in line, he was glad to be able to step away and take some time for himself, have a whiskey, cuddle the hellhounds, and contemplate his victory. He was in his private quarters, in his favorite armchair with a glass of Craig, and Juliet at his feet. It was blissfully quiet, and he had earned a peaceful moment or two.

And it seemed like two was all he was going to get.

Juliet sat at attention, a low growl rumbling from deep in her belly, glancing up at the door a moment before it burst open. Crowley looked up with an angry outburst on his lips, but paused when he caught sight of the intruder, his ire fading with a pleased smile. "Dean," he said, "where have you been?"

The elder Winchester sauntered into the room, shrugging. "Around," he replied. "What, you think I'm gonna sit through all your trials and executions when you won't let me in on the action?"

"We've been over this," Crowley replied, getting to his feet. "I need you to keep a low profile while I sort out which demons are mine and which were Abaddon's. They tend to run scared when they think a Knight of Hell might be after them. After that, there will be more than enough action to pacify the Mark."

Dean rolled his eyes. It was...sort of...a shame what the Mark of Cain turned him into, and Crowley truly had no idea what would happen when he suggested Dean take it, but it was breaking eggs to make omelets when one thought about it. Not his fault, really. And he wasn't about to complain when it meant Abaddon was history and he had a new and powerful ally. Saying nothing of the fact that he'd had eyes on Dean for a long time, in more ways than one. Hard to feel bad about the whole "becoming a demon" thing when he hit the bloody jackpot.

On the other hand, the Mark still demanded blood, and it took some work keeping its bearer on a leash.

Crowley took a few steps toward Dean and Juliet followed, her growls silenced. "Forgive me for saying, Squirrel, but I need subtlety for a moment, and that's hardly your strong suit."

"Wanna bet?" Dean replied, smiling. He disappeared into the hallway for a moment, then came back into the room leading a bound and gagged, bruised and bloodied demon Crowley recognized from his court. "You remember Thaddeus, right?"

"Of course." Crowley drained the last of the Scotch in the glass and looked the demon up and down; there was no telling how Dean had managed to successfully secure him, considering Dean's own state, but it was certainly impressive. He indicated the bonds and bruises with a gesture and said, "I assume there's a reason for this."

"You're gonna love this. Your man Tad, here? One of Abaddon's."

Crowley raised his eyebrows. "You don't say? And how did you deduce that?"

"Come on, Crowley, you know I'm not just a pretty face. I put out a few rumors that there's a new sheriff in town. I mean, I already killed Abaddon, so why wouldn't I try to get rid of you?"

"A truly heartwarming notion, Squirrel."

"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist. It worked. Tad came sniffing around, saying he had passed information to the Bitch That Would Be Queen, and he could do the same for me, if I made it worthwhile. I'd say it's worthwhile for someone, don't you think?"

Crowley nodded slowly, turning to Thaddeus. "And what do you have to say for yourself, Tad?" Thaddeus mumbled around the gag, but it fell away with a snap of Crowley's fingers.

"He's lying, your Majesty, he wants your throne! He said it himself, why wouldn't he try to kill you?"

"Tad, come on, why do I want stuck in this hellhole? This literal hellhole?"

"He's got a point, Dean," Crowley reasoned, his tone mild. "We've been mortal enemies often enough, and now's the perfect opportunity to wipe me off the slate. Why should I trust you, over one of my own loyal subjects?"

Dean leaned in, imposing in presence as well as stature. "Crowley," he said, his eyes turning black, "if I wanted to kill you, I could, and you couldn't stop me. We both know it."

Crowley nodded, drawing his angel blade. "Also a good point." He thrust the blade into Thaddeus's stomach; the demon let out a short scream and a spark of orange light glowed beneath his skin, then he fell silent, his body hitting the floor with a thud.

"Well?" Dean prompted. "Subtle enough for your Highness?"

"Impressive," Crowley conceded, glancing at the blood on the blade. "I never suspected him."

"What can I say? I'm an asset in the field. Think of what we could have done if you didn't keep me sidelined--"

"Blah, blah, blah," Crowley muttered to himself, rolling his eyes.

"--and didn't you say something about howling at the moon?"

Crowley stared at him.

Dean gave him a charming smile. "What do you say? Stick around for another day at the office, or go cut loose for a change?"

This was bound to end badly, but the idea did sound tempting...and Crowley knew a thing or two about temptation…

He shrugged and stowed the blade, giving Juliet a scratch behind the ears. "You know something, Squirrel? I think we've earned a vacation."

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AMC/ABC Actor Patterns

Okay, I said I’d get this posted this week. Let me first say that this won’t be terribly ground-breaking. It’s actually just more evidence for something I and many others have pointed out before. But I’ve been thinking about it off and on since Michael Cudlitz’s show—The Kids are Alright—was cancelled.

Quick recap: Many of us thought that the show Emily did a few years ago—Conviction—was kind of suspicious. It was small, produced by ABC (a partner/sister-network of AMC), promoted by AMC and TWD, and only lasted one season. We had lots of reasons it was strange. It seemed like Emily just took a small potatoes roll she and the network knew wouldn’t last, which adds to our theories of her return to TWD.

I most recently talked about this HERE when I pointed out that, just this past season, Lauren Cohen followed a similar pattern. The major difference is that they didn’t try to make us think Maggie was dead. They wrote her out of the show from the second half of the season (Ep 6-16), but just said she’d left, going to another place. So everyone assumed she’d be back.

But in the mean time, Lauren did Whiskey Cavalier. Other than Maggie’s character not having a death fakeout, it followed the exact same template. Lauren did a show that was produced by ABC, promoted by AMC and TWD, and only lasted one season. I thought WC had a better chance of getting picked up for additional seasons than Conviction ever did…but it wasn’t. So it ended up being the same. I saw that as simply being more proof that Emily will return to TWD at some point. And granted, we haven’t technically seen Lauren return yet, but it’s been confirmed that we’ll see her again in S10.

When Michael Cudlitz’s show got cancelled, that was the first time it occurred to me that his show followed this same pattern. Let’s examine the evidence, shall we?

First, let me say that this isn’t a team delusional/he’s really alive theory where Abraham’s character is concerned. I don’t think he survived Negan at all. How could he have? His injury was far and away more deadly and final than Beth’s was. So while I think Beth is alive, Abraham, not so much.

1.  During S4 of FTWD, we were introduced to Althea, who used to be an investigative journalist. She takes video of people she meets in the apocalypse. In her collection of tapes, one of them was labelled in a way that suggested it might possibly be of Abraham and Eugene. Michael Cudlitz even commented on this on Twitter.

2.  There’s a humorous commercial I remember seeing that features Abraham and Eugene. It’s for one of the TWD games. I haven’t seen it on TV in a while, but it aired long after Abraham’s death. Kinda suspicious. I mean, if we’re suspicious that they still use Beth and Daryl to promote the show, thinking it means that relationship will return at some point, then we have to apply the same thing to Abraham and Eugene. Check it out on YouTube.

I also think it’s important to point out that most of the deceased characters from TWD are not used this way to promote the show. We don’t see commercials including Bob, Tyrese, or Sasha that are used to promote the show. And similarly, there have been absolutely no whispers or rumors of their return to the show or the spinoff. So we can count on these kinds of promos as being hints of some sort.

3. It’s been said (X) that the new TWD spinoff, which we don’t have a title for yet, may feature the backstories of deceased TWD characters. Of course that could be any deceased character, but the fact is that this makes the idea of Abraham returning—showing his backstory BEFORE he met Glenn in S4—a real possibility.

4.  On this last episode of FTWD, Daniel had a cigar very reminiscent of the ones we saw around Abraham, and said a friend told him to save it for when things got better. I thought of Abraham, and given this edit I reposted from @theinfectedtwd (IG) obviously I wasn’t the only one. 

Even more “coincidental” (that’s sarcasm) is the fact that the FTWD crew is currently hanging out in Texas. Remember that Abraham and Eugene met and started out in Texas. Houston, if I remember correctly. So the idea of them having once run into Daniel and/or Althea really isn’t far fetched at all.

5. MC just finished up one season of The Kids are Alright, also produced by ABC, also promoted by AMC and TWD, and also only lasting one season. (I was thinking he’d done two seasons of this show. Maybe it’s just because ABC shows have longer seasons of 22-24 episodes, but I thought he’d done 2 seasons. Nope. Only one. Cancelled after that.)

So we’ll have to wait and see how this plays out. But assuming we see a lot of Maggie in TWD S10, and assuming Abraham and Eugene’s backstory shows up in the spinoff, that will now be three mainstream, TWD characters who left the show for a time, did a small-potatoes ABC series that lasted one season, and then returned. Well, I guess two. Beth hasn’t returned yet. But my point is that this is simply more evidence that she will. This is becoming an undeniable pattern.

In fact, if you google this, there’s a LOT of people talking about Abraham’s possible return to the show. Some even claim it’s been concerned, though most of those are clickbait articles, so I wouldn’t take their word until and unless AMC officially confirms it. But at this point, his return is almost a foregone conclusion.

In closing, let me throw one more thing out there. This is 100% my own opinion, based on all my years of research into this stuff, and not something I can prove, but I thought I’d share anyway. In each of these cases, the networks (both ABC and AMC) and the actors and everyone else involved goes into these short-lived ABC series acting like they genuinely believe/hope the series will succeed and be on the air for many seasons.

And of course they do. That’s their job. It’s the actors’ job to promote their shows and the everyone else’s job to be optimistic and gush about how great this series is. Otherwise, no one would watch.

But again, in my humble opinion, I think that’s a little deceptive on their part. I think each of these actors has gone into these ABC series knowing full well that the series won’t last long. Because ABC and AMC are sister companies, they can collaborate and choose to put the actors in the series that are least likely to run for the long term.

That may sound weird, but most networks start a number of new series each season. They use a lot of different variables to determine which ones are more likely to succeed and sink most of their advertising dollars into those ones, more or less ignoring the others. So why do these series if they’re not going to succeed? Because they have to put something on the air and you never know when you might get a runaway hit (like TWD).

So they may ask ABC to cast their actors in the series most likely to only run one season. They may also put into their contracts that, for example, Lauren will be returning to TWD in S10, so if ABC wants to continue Whiskey Cavalier, they’ll have to replace her with another actress.

But I digress.

The details really aren’t terribly important, and I don’t pretend to know the detailed ins and outs of this industry. Truly, I don’t. But I have a basic understanding of how big business works and I’ve been following this franchise closely for more than 4 years now.

I just find it suspicious that, despite how many people loved WC and how critically acclaimed it was, it was still cancelled after one season, and now we’re hearing that Lauren will definitely be in S10 a lot more than she was in S9.

Similarly, we have a lot of hints that Abraham might show up in a new TWD spinoff. It’s in the works and they’re casting for it now. I’m assuming they’ll start filming before too much longer. And suddenly, his show is ending. Which means he’ll be available for filming. Just saying.

One other thing I thought of while writing this. I was going to say that while, yes, we saw several deceased characters in Rick’s hallucination in 9x05, those were small, 5-minute roles. Not the characters returning to some branch of the franchise for an extended amount of time. And that’s true. But it occurred to me that we DO think Beth will return, and we heard her voice, but didn’t see her face. Who else’s voice did we hear? Abraham’s. An interesting parallel, if both of them return to the show in some way. I don’t know if this will end up being a thing—we’ll have to wait and see—but the other voices we heard were Morgan’s (already in another branch of the franchise) and...Lori’s. Interesting.

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X-Files Rewatch Series Masterpost

summary: Series of (mostly) unconnected stories I write as I make my way through the show again. All can be read independently, but the canon complaint stories are slightly connected. 

canon compliant stories

oregon rain (msr ust, pilot, awkward bonding, wc: 3k)

March 8, 1993, a conversation in a hotel room.

the progression (and regression) of first names (msr ust, scully-centered, s1, beyond the sea, lazarus, young at heart, darkness falls, tooms wc: 5k)

Dana and Scully, she thinks, are two separate people, and he only knows the Scully part of her. She doesn’t know which part she likes better, but she likes it when he calls her Scully.

drifting (msr-ust, maggie scully, melissa scully, one breath post ep, wc: 5k)

Scully deals with the aftermath of her return in One Breath.

fate (melissa scully, dana scully, pre-series, s3, paper clip post ep, wc: 3k)

Thirty-two years of sisterhood sounds like forever, she thinks, but it is not enough.

monster dog (msr ust, queequeg, s3, post eps: the list, 2shy, the walk, 731)

Fox Mulder and his unlikely rivalry with a Pomeranian.

everything changes but the sea (csm, mulder family, pre-xf, musings of a cigarette smoking man, demons)

He’d never once considered being a father. (extended backstory on CSM)

roaring like the ocean (msr ust, angst. cancer arc, elegy/demons/gethsmane/redux i, wc: 11k)

Scully deals with her worsening cancer as tensions run high between her and Mulder.

old pennies (msr ust, angst, kistunegari post ep, wc: 1k)

Post-ep for Kitsunegari.

renegade (diana fowley, diana/mulder, pre-xf, the end, wc: 2k)

Why Diana Fowley went over to the other side.

flights (msr ust, fight the future, wc: 3k)

The flights Mulder and Scully took during Fight the Future.

reconsideration (msr ust, mentions of diana/mulder, the beginning, triangle, dreamland, the rain king, tithonus, one son, arcadia, milagro, the unnatural, field trip, wc: 6k)

Times Mulder and Scully reconsidered the status of their relationship.

auld acquaintance (msr ust to rst, post amor fati, per manum flashbacks, millennium, wc: 7k)

In the wake of Mulder's recovery after Amor Fati, Scully asks Mulder for a favor as they begin to grow closer.

the praxis of a water bed (among others) (msr, vignette, rush, the goldberg variation, orison, the amazing maleeni, signs and wonders, wc: 4k)

Five of the first times Scully woke up in Mulder's bed.

ashes and dust (msr, post mulder’s abduction, deadalive/three words, wc: 21k)

The days following Mulder’s resurrection.

here (msr, baby fic, s8: roadrunners, deadalive, empedocles, vienen, existence, wc: 4k)

Four times Mulder or Scully talked to their baby, and one time they both did.

relinquo (doggett and reyes, post the truth, release, william, john doe, 4-d, msii, wc: 6k)

How Doggett and Reyes left the X-Files.

the definitions of home (msr, post the truth, on the run, wc: 9k)

Mulder and Scully, on the road.

melting snow (msr, iwtb missing scene, wc: 2k)

In the wake of the events of I Want To Believe, Scully reflects.

shatter on impact (msr, pre-msi, iwtb, break-up fic, angst, wc: 9k)

An examination of the reasons Scully left Mulder before season 10.

going home (maggie scully, scully family, pre-xf, beyond the sea, paper clip, home again, wc: 5k)

The last things Maggie Scully said to her family.

the lies told (csm, jackson van de kamp, my struggle iii, an explanation for csm's bullshit paternity claim, wc: 4k)

A complex explanation of CSM’s lie about William’s paternity.

praescitum (msr, s10/11 casefile, post-msi, founder's mutation, mulder and scully meet the weremonster, home again, msii, msiii, this, plus one, the lost art of forehead sweat, ghouli, wc: 167k)

As Mulder and Scully adjust to their reassignment to the X-Files and working together in the wake of their separation, they find themselves investigating a small town and a ghost that apparently warns people of bad things to come.

AU stories

unspoken rules (msr, kissing, pilot, squeeze, the jersey devil, ice, beyond the sea, wc: 7k)

Five times Mulder and Scully kissed and never talked about it, and one time they didn’t.

day after tomorrow (msr, s2, firewalker au, wc: 3k)

She almost died a few weeks ago. But she is here, alive. And her partner has kissed her.

forty-yard line (msr ust, s2, irresistible au, wc: 1k)

Mulder and Scully make it to that football game.

november 27, 1973 (samantha mulder, fox mulder, pre-series au, s2 au: ascension, colony/end game, wc: 6k)

five things that could’ve happened to samantha mulder.

band-aids and goddamn cats (msr, au, s3, teso dos bichos missing scene, wc: 1k)

Missing scene from Teso Dos Bichos.

a roll of stars and fade to black (msr, s4, the field where i died au, wc: 10k)

A rewrite of "The Field Where I Died."

anchor (msr ust, s4, cancer arc, memento mori au)

AU where Mulder stays with Scully during Memento Mori.

locking out the ghosts (msr, s5 fic: emily, kitsunegari, kill switch, bad blood, patient x, the red and the black, all souls, the pine bluff variant, and folie a deux, wc: 62k) 

Post-Emily arc, an emotionally vulnerable Scully breaks off the incredibly new relationship she and Mulder have recently been engaged in. As the season moves forward, how do they cope with this new development in their relationship, and how do the stressful situations their job puts them in affect this?

merry little christmas (msr ust, how the ghosts stole christmas au, wc: 3k)

A How the Ghosts Stole Christmas AU: what if Mulder hadn’t been alone for Christmas?

the fountain (msr, casefic, hurt/comfort angst, tithonus/detour casefile, canon divergence after milagro, wc: 50k)

When Mulder is forced to confront Scully's immortality in the wake of the Padgett case, he can see only one solution: to search for the Fountain of Youth to either look for a way to get rid of it or find a way to keep her from being alone. When Scully is assigned to a serial killer case in the same area as the alleged Fountain, Mulder tags along in an attempt to help her and find the Fountain at the same time.

Months later, Mulder has been missing for months and Scully is left only with the leads he was searching for. When a new lead pops up, she departs to search for her partner and to discover what happened before he disappeared six months earlier.

california winter (fox mulder, teena mulder, cassandra spender, samantha mulder, jeffrey spender, pre-xf, mytharc from one son/sein und zeit/closure, wc: 12k)

Fox and Samantha Mulder, brother and sister, disappeared from their homes on November 27, 1973.

(A shift in the events of Samantha's abduction leads to a very different outcome.)

encephalon (msr, s7 fic, au where m&s actually deal with mulder’s stupid brain disease: all things, brand x, hollywood a.d., je souhaite, requiem, wc: 18k)

AU where Mulder tells Scully that he is dying in season 7 and the situation is dealt with accordingly.

whispering images (emily sim, msr, early season 8 au, mytharc from within/without, this is not happening, emily, references to invocation and per manum, wc: 14k)

During his abduction, Mulder realizes that Scully’s daughter, Emily, is still alive.

whirlwind (msr, william, s9 au: providence and provenance, wc: 13k)

AU where Mulder comes home during Providence and helps Scully search for their son.

a mountain in colorado (jackson van de kamp, emily sim, samantha mulder, melissa scully, post-ghouli au, wc: 23k)

While Jackson Van de Kamp is on the run, he encounters a series of assumed-dead relatives he didn’t know he had.

**series still in progress**

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