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atths--twice · 7 months

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Lost and Found

A lost and needed report leads to remembrance of where it is and what was happening to lose it in the first place.

Fictober Day 15

Prompt: You lost it. Well, we both lost it.

Hope you all enjoy this one. ❤️

March 2000

“It’s not here,” Scully called from the annex of the office.

“And I don’t see it on the desk here either,” Mulder called back, shaking his head.

“It was there last night before we left. I know that I saw it,” she said, walking back into his view.

“I did too.”

“So…”

“I don’t know,” he said, sighing loudly.

“Well, Skinner’s not going to be happy.”

“If you tell him, he’ll take it better,” he said, raising his eyebrows at her.

“What? Why would you say that? Because I’m a woman? That’s very sexist of you.” She crossed her arms and frowned at him.

“What? No. That’s not how I meant it.”

“Explain what you meant then.”

“Well… I just meant that he likes you. He cares about you.” She narrowed her eyebrows, her expression hardening and he shook his head. “Not… not like that. Not in any way that’s inappropriate. Just… he respects and admires you. That’s all.”

“And you don’t think he feels the same for you? That he doesn’t admire you? Doesn’t appreciate and respect your tenacity?”

“My stubborn bullheadedness you mean?” he asked with a grin and he watched her fighting back a smile of her own. “I cause him stress and anxiety. Hell, I’d add hair loss to the list if he wasn’t nearly bald when we first met.”

“Mulder,” she said with a quiet laugh, shaking her head.

“It’s true and you know it.”

“You could try to have that not be the way he sees you.”

“I don’t think it would matter at this point,” he said, looking on the desk again for the folder they needed. “I think when he sees my name on his calendar, his blood pressure increases.”

“Well, that I don’t doubt,” she agreed and he looked up at her, sticking out his lower lip in a mock pout. “Aw, poor baby.” She walked across the room, stopping just in front of him and smiling. “Would a kiss make you feel better?”

“I thought you were very firm in your belief that we refrain from that while at work?” he asked and she licked her lips, biting down gently on the bottom one.

“I am. But…” She fiddled with his tie, the backs of her fingers trailing down his chest and bumping against each button. “You’re so adorable when you pout.”

“Am I?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

“Yeah. And I think you know it.”

“How to get to you?” he asked, one hand moving to the back of her neck and he watched as her eyes slid shut and her mouth opened slightly. “Of that I am very aware.”

He bent his head and kissed her, a soft moan escaping her throat as he did. She grabbed handfuls of his shirt, pressing as close to him as she could, as their kiss deepened. He gripped her hair and tugged it gently, eliciting another moan from her.

The desk phone rang and she pushed against his chest to make him move, their kiss halting.

“Scully,” she said, baring her neck to him as she answered it, letting her desires be known. He grinned and began to lavish her neck with soft, silent kisses. “Mmm… No, I’m sorry, sir. I was just… reading the results of a blood test.” She pushed at him again and shook her head. “Yes, we’ll be right up.”

Sighing, she hung up the phone and looked at him.

“Time to face the music,” she said, raising on tiptoes to kiss him once more.

“You mean to lay on that Scully charm,” he corrected her as he took his suit jacket from the coat rack and they walked out the door.

“He did sound extra perturbed given the early hour,” she admitted, closing and locking the office door as he struggled with the sleeve of his jacket. “Oh, for god's sake, Mulder. You’re a menace to yourself.” She helped him with his jacket, smoothing the lapels and brushing at nonexistent pieces of lint.

“Thanks,” he said, staring at her lips, desperately wanting to kiss her again.

“You’re welcome,” she said, shaking her head and walking to the elevator.

He followed her, smiling as he watched the sway of her hips. Not for the first time of course, but now with the knowledge of what those hips, and the rest of her, looked like naked.

Leaving his bed, or even better yet, walking towards it, those hips were mesmerizing.

She pushed the button to call the elevator as he caught up to her. Smiling at her, his hand at the small of her back as though it was a magnet calling for its mate, they stepped inside as the doors opened.

“He’s gonna be so pissed,” she said and he hummed, his fingers scratching her back in gentle reassurance.

The elevator stopped and his hand dropped as they exited.

In the waiting area of Skinner’s office, instead of his assistant, they found him. He sighed as he looked down at their empty hands.

“Did you forget that we needed to have your report for the meeting currently taking place? Did something happen to it between the time I called you mere minutes ago and right this moment?” he asked, his voice low but firm, staring at each of them.

“Sir,” Scully began, but he put up a hand to stop her.

“This is an important meeting,” he said and Mulder shifted slightly. “I know they can be tedious, but they are necessary.”

“And I agree,” Scully stated. “We had the report in the office yesterday, but-”

“But what? You lost it? It grew legs and walked away? What?”

“Well, I didn’t lose it. We lost it,” she admitted, glancing quickly at Mulder. “I don’t know how we could have, but it’s-”

“Coffee table,” Mulder interrupted, his fingers tapping repeatedly against Scully’s hip.

“Excuse me, Agent Mulder,” Skinner said, his eyes narrowing. “How is what you just said helpful?”

“It’s on your coffee table,” Mulder said, looking at Scully and ignoring Skinner. “I must have grabbed it with the other files when we left here last night. I remember now that I saw it. It’s with the Beckman case notes.”

She stared at him in confusion, then her eyes widened.

“It’s there,” he repeated with a nod.

“Sir,” she said, looking at Skinner. “Agent Mulder is correct. It is there. I remember seeing it now as well. If I could have… an hour, I can have that report here. It’s-”

“Go,” Skinner said, shaking his head. They both began to leave and he stopped them. “Not you, Mulder. It’s a task that only requires one person. You can join us in the meeting now and Agent Scully will do the same in an hour. One hour, Scully.” He held her gaze and she nodded, her eyes flicking to Mulder’s before she left the room.

Mulder sighed and turned his attention to Skinner who was looking at him questioningly.

“Sir?”

“You saw it on her coffee table last night,” Skinner said in a quiet voice.

“When we were reviewing the Beckman case, yeah,” Mulder replied with a nod. “We brought food back to her apartment and went over that case and did paperwork for a couple of others as we ate. The report for the meeting was on my desk, but I must have picked it up by mistake when I grabbed the other files.”

“Must have,” Skinner said, his expression unreadable, though Mulder suspected he was thinking that their evening had been more than dinner and work discussions.

Of which he would be absolutely correct, Mulder thought, remembering kissing Scully as she had sat astride his lap, moaning into his mouth as he had unhooked her bra.

“Yeah, it was just a mix up,” Mulder said, clearing his throat. “We’d better join that meeting, huh? Or we’ll be here all day. After you.” Mulder smiled and gestured towards the office and Skinner scoffed as he led the way.

Please hurry, Scully, he thought, as he took a seat at the world's most boring meeting, his eyes constantly flicking to the door, awaiting her arrival.

#fictober23 #fictober 2023 #xffictober23 #the x files #season 7 #season of secret sex #teasing #flirting #kissing #neck kissing #meetings #prompt fic

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astridncs · 2 years

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Lunch Date

~The X-Files fanfic

Fictober 2022—Day 4: "It's chilly out here, you need a coat. Take mine." (From this list); tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 ; also on AO3

It was Scully's idea that they have lunch outside.

"It's so beautiful out, Mulder." She told him, giving him puppy eyes for good measure. Of course, how could he say no to that.

Indeed it was beautiful. The leaves on the trees were slowly starting to turn orange. The air was crisp and starting to chill. It was starting to become the perfect sweater weather.

They bought food from the little deli that was near their office. A quaint little place that sold really good sandwiches and salads, and sweet potato pie that has Mulder buy two slices of. He insists the other one isn't for him, but Scully knows better.

They walk to an empty bench nearby, perfectly shaded by a huge red oak tree. Their pinky fingers hooking to each other—a little secret that they kept by heart. Maybe one day they'll be walking out during their lunchbreak hand in hand.

Their bench was somewhat like their safe-haven. It was a bit hidden and not a lot people passed by that area. It was perfect.

continue on AO3

#xffictober2022 #xf fictober 2022 #fictober2022 #fictober 2022 #todayinfic #txf #thexfiles #mulder and scully #season of secret sex #astridncs #skepticsculls

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blushweddinggowns · 11 months

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Steve was completely normal the next day. Infuriatingly, normal. Flirting with girls and spinning his hat around. Normal enough for Robin to start to think she had a full on hallucination last night. But she wasn’t crazy. She knew that she saw those two going at it, all in front of Eddie's signature shitty van.

Didn’t she?

“You’ve been quiet today.”

Robin jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice, completely lost in her own thoughts. He was staring right at her, popping his gum as he went on, “You don’t even bring the flirting board out. Did you get bored of it or are you finally willing to concede that I’m a great flirt?”

“I’ll never concede that,” Robin said easily. It was true anyway, the guy was freaking terrible at it, at least with girls his own age. Now housewives and cougars he had a knack for. But anyone who could possibly be girlfriend material ended up leaving with a giggle and a funny story about the dork in the sailor suit trying to pick them up, and nothing more.

But Robin had a feeling that maybe Harrington had been downplaying his skills in that department afterall.

He raised a brow at her, “So what’s your problem then?”

“I’m just tired,” She lied, “A consequence of having to be here so late. Alone. Thanks again for that by the way. Hope your night was worth it.”

The little shit didn’t even try to look like he felt guilty. He just smirked, “Oh, it was. And I’m holding up my end of the deal aren’t I? I’m not flirting with grandmas for kicks over here.”

She had to give him that. He really had been turning up the charm for the mall walkers. But still…

“Aw, poor you. Like you wouldn’t have been trying to get in someone’s pants without owing me,” She said, trying for casualness. Like she wasn’t watching for his every reaction out of the corner of her eye, “Isn’t the hump and dump the Harrington way?”

He rolled his eyes, his voice on the colder side when he answered, “Don’t believe everything you hear Buckley. I happen to be the perfect gentleman, thank you very much.”

Weirdly enough, part of her was starting to believe it.

But still. Even if she saw them kissing, it left too many unanswered questions. What about the trail of heartbroken women he had left in his wake? What about Nancy Wheeler, the only girl who ever landed him for more than a day? They had been pretty serious before he’d gotten dumped, hadn’t they?

But now that Robin thought about it, no matter how many women came into Steve’s life, Eddie remained the only constant. Hell, in the short few weeks she'd been around him, it was obvious that he was obsessed with Steve, and vice versa. He was in nearly every day, until the manager banned him for being "distracting" to the workers. Which was half true, but Robin had a feeling it had more to do with him scaring customers away with his looks.

That was the only semi-scary thing about him though. He never really freaked Robin out that much, despite what others said about him. He was still in the loser category afterall and those were her people. Yeah he was loud, dressed like a confused goth, and sold drugs, but he wasn’t violent. He was shit stirrer, sure, but outside of appearances he was just mildly intimidating, at least to Robin. But when he was with Steve, even that was out the window. He basically just became a ray of sunshine, sweet, happy, bright, and weirdly enough…obedient?

He basically did anything Steve asked of him, whether that be getting him lunch or helping them close up, the guy just did it. No questions asked, like it was an honor to be on Steve’s beck and call. Though Robin was sure the free ice cream helped.

Steve had sulked for days after Eddie was banned, and Robin thought it was because he lost his free personal assistant. But now…she didn’t know what was going on.

Maybe this shouldn’t have been as shocking as it was. It’s not like there hadn’t been rumors. People had been making fun of them for being close for years. But they were teenage boys around other teenage boys. How seriously was Robin supposed to take that? And teenage boys calling each other gay was like…a constant. Not just for Steve and Eddie. For literally any guy who did something slightly out of the norm was up for the title. Someone found out that a dude liked baking? Bam, gay. A guy dare cries in front of his friends after he gets dumped by a girlfriend? Super gay. She even heard a dude be called a fag for admitting to liking soccer for God’s sake. There was no rhyme or reason to male straightness, how was she supposed to know which rumors were true?

She needs more, some kind of confirmation that guarantees she’s not wrong about this whole thing. And on a particularly slow day, she finds it. She hadn’t gone into work with the intention of eavesdropping on Steve through the break room door, but that’s where she landed.

They had only been on shift for two hours and the guy was already on his second fifteen, insisting that he only had to make one “quick” call before going back to work. And she just…followed him back there, her curiosity getting the best of her.

“I know, I know. But it’s only a few more hours,” Steve’s muffled voice sighed, “I just wish you could still come see me. That rule is total bullshit.”

By this point Robin was pretty used to the tone of Steve’s voice. He usually sounded bored, always with a little edge of cockiness, unless you did something to rile him up. But he sounded different on the phone. Kinder. Sweeter even. She wasn’t sure.

“Aw baby, are you down that bad?” Steve cooed. That cockiness she was used to was back in his voice, but now it was mixed with something else. Like he was breathless or something, she didn’t know, “Want me to walk you through it? I got ten minutes.”

Robin furrowed her brow, more than a little confused. Walk him through what?”

"Well if it feels so tight why don't you take it off?” Steve purred, barely loud enough for Robin to hear, “There you go. Isn't that better?"

Robin froze, mind racing at what she was hearing. But that couldn’t be right. She had to be misinterpreting this somehow, right? There was no way in hell that Steve would be have freaking phone sex at work-

“Yeah sweetheart, you can touch yourself now. Can you make it a little wetter baby? That’s it, good boy. Love when you get all whiny.”

Jesus Chrsit, he was. She had to stop listening after that, half out of embarrassment and half because…it just felt wrong. Though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious about where that conversation went. Extremely curious. But the small ounce of decorum she had left wouldn’t allow for it.

Steve came out of the break room with a flush and a smirk ten minutes later, like the fucking weirdo he was.

While he was distracted with their third customer of the day, she snuck back to the break room and pressed re-dial, not surprised in the slightest when she was met with a breathy, “Munson residence!" on the other line.

She hung up immediately at the sound of Eddie’s voice. That was all the proof she needed. There was no doubt about it now. Steve and Eddie were together. And had been for awhile. That four years comment wasn't looking like an exaggeration.

And just like that her entire high school worldview was smashed into a million pieces. Because Steve fucking Harrington was in a relationship with a guy. A serious relationship. The same dude that she spent years obsessing over and being jealous over because of his charms, was as gay as she was.

What a world.

But somehow, this massive realization didn’t fix the jealousy. Because before she was jealous of all of the attention he got, from people she always thought he never deserved. But now she was jealous over the fact that he had managed the impossible. He was in a committed relationship with a man, a man whose dick he sucked while they were driving and who he walked through jerking off on the phone. While no one else was the wiser. How the fuck had he managed that? In this town of all places? While Robin was over here still pining away over every pretty blonde girl that smiled at her, Steve was living her closeted gay dream. How could she not be jealous?

But at least now it was mixed with some awe. Because if Steve Harrington could get away with being gay in Hawkins, why couldn’t she? She just wished she could talk to him about it. She just didn’t know what to say. But she knew she wanted to say something.

Like maybe, Hey, I totally saw you making out with your boyfriend and I'm so far past being cool with it, I actually think it’s amazing. And oh I’m also gay and can we be best friends?

Honestly though, from the little she did know about the guy, maybe that speech would be taken pretty well. She just didn’t know how to bring it up. Or when.

But she was going to, eventually. She was going to get to know that dingus if it killed her.

Part two to this & from an this fic

#platonic stobin #stobin #season 3 rewrite #stranger things #robin buckley #technically sfw #but phone sex is mentioned #no graphic per say #but edging there #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #secret relationship steddie #the universe trapped in your skin #steddie childhood friends au #tumblrized version

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agentmulderrp · 5 months

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#agent mulder #txf #msr #the x files #agent scully #angry mulder is hot I heard #she's fine is code for not she's not #en ami #can't believe she trusted CSM #secret sex season #?

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actual-changeling · 4 hours

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Post-Chimera fic with a moment similar to Ellen asking Mulder about having a significant other but it's Scully having to grapple with that question.

Maybe she picks him up at the airport (she misses him & also he almost got drowned so she's even more concerned—what if he didn't get himself checked out, what if EMTs missed something, what if there's still water in his lungs and he develops pneumonia, what if...) and gets roped into a conversation by someone waiting to pick up their partner.

"Are you waiting for your husband, too?"

"He's my—"

Husband. Well. No but not no. Technically no, but Mulder is still Someone and the most important person in her life, so—yes?

Scully doesn't want to lie but she can't decide if it's really a lie when the sentiment behind the word is true, when the weight of what Mulder is to her is not just equal to a spouse but even more than that. She panics a little a lot, and the words get away from her.

"He's mine."

It should sound odd or overly possessive but, somehow, it doesn't. It sounds right. Whatever it is they are, they both know—without having to say it out loud—that they belong to each other in a fundamental, can't-imagine-myself-without-you way.

#alex watches x files #txf #the x files #x files #dana scully #fox mulder #scully x mulder #mulder x scully #msr #i just want an excuse for scully to be able to play pretend a little bc fake relationship is one of my favourite tropes #and also the relief and joy when mulder finally exits the gate #it's been a couple of day but it feels like months and she missed him more than she'd ever admit #they are spending too much fbi money on calls and yet it still didn't feel like enough #but then he's there and starts smiling when he sees her and then SHE starts smiling and for once #they aren't agents #they're just scully and mulder #long hug and maybe a kiss considering it's the season of secret sex and also canon? don't know her

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freckleslikestars · 1 year

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We should be in a place where we can trust one another. I think you're holding something back. Look me in the eye. Look me in the eye. Tell me - that I'm wrong.

FARSCAPE | 2.01 Mind the Baby

#I dont know if I'm misreading this #but I've always read Aeryn's hesitation before her 'just the once' as a very loud subconscious confession of how she felt.#like as a pk there's not really much shame or embarrassment surrounding recreation - you might not shout about it from the rooftops #but I've always gotten the impression that they're not prudish or overly secretive about it either - its life. it happens.#but then here she's shy and coy about it - almost embarrassed that John is bringing it up in front of D'Argo #and it makes me think that she doesn't view their night on the fake earth as just recreation - its something she treasures #even if she doesn't quite understand why yet #and so its a much more private thing that John has just brought up #and so she hesitates.#she also probably picks up on how shy and prudish John can be about sex sometimes #and so is hesitant about him bringing it up so blatantly in front of D #my gifs #farscape gifs #farscape #john x aeryn #mind the baby #farscape season 2 #farscape edits #john crichton #aeryn sun #claudia black #ben browder #how many times have you and i been close

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cookinguptales · 8 months

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I'm dying, I had another fandom breakup several years ago where I also poured my frustration into a deeply pornographic fic.

The main differences are:

different fandom, obviously

this was actually one of the last fics I ever wrote for that fandom, it really was a kiss off. the only fics I posted after it were just me finishing up some prior obligations.

I actually wrote it and posted it, as opposed to the pornographic vent fic I was writing for wwdits that I set aside for now.

I APPARENTLY POSTED IT TO TUMBLR FIRST?

I know this because someone just reblogged it (and said some really kind things, thank you ;;) and I had completely forgotten that I'd been so deep in my fit of pique that I was like "well this is vent fic that I wrote to cope with my frustration towards canon, not REAL fic, so I should post it to tumblr, not AO3."

At first I was just laughing over the sheer timing of it all, someone digging up this ancient post with like 25 notes from many years ago the exact same week that I'm having angst over the fandom I replaced the old one with, but then I actually clicked on the post in my notifications and was like.

wait.

did I.... post a sixteen-thousand-word fic to tumblr?

I DID. AND PEOPLE READ IT??? like that's the fucking wild part, that people were willing to sit down and read a fucking sixteen-thousand-word fic under a read more on tumblr. people were so strong back then.

(thankfully, I was convinced to crosspost it to AO3 a few days later, which actually made the fucker readable.)

the sheer ridiculousness of my tantrum (and my weird internal classification for what fic "deserved" to be on AO3 vs. what should just quietly be forgotten on tumblr) has me laughing. which I think was actually kind of needed, haha. we all need to laugh at our own fandom angst sometimes.

if I do end up finishing and posting the wwdits ventfic, I promise I'll actually post it on AO3. lmao

#writing liveblogging #kind of wild how my nandermo sex pollen/potion fic morphed over the course of the season in my head #from a silly 'oh we thought we were dosed with sex pollen so we've been fucking for two weeks but it actually wore off after an hour' fic #to a fic about what you do when you realize the truth about your relationship #and what it means to hold a secret that will destroy everything you love #(i.e. mirroring Guillermo finding out they've been fucking because they're into each other not because they were drugged #and the vampire bite secret)#and finally becoming a fic about struggling to forgive someone who wronged you even if they didn't mean to #and how knowing what you don't want isn't the same thing as knowing what you do want #and ultimately a lot of makeup sex #and a relationship that is severely damaged but perhaps salvageable #I HAVE GROWN... AND SO HAS THIS FIC... lmao #but I realized I was just stressing myself out more so instead I drank some pumpkin beer and wrote meta for another show #and downloaded phoenix wright #and here we are #maybe I'll finish it once I've chilled out some and maybe I won't #that's life I guess

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