#thinking of getting into steam again too...... billie bust up will be coming soon and I NEED that game

[xequinn-xscully9362]

New Traditions for @fandomsandxfiles

“Hey Scully,” Mulder called out from the living room, “The kids and I are set up and waiting in the living room,”

“Yeah mom, we are waiting,” Emily repeated.

“Just a sec,” Scully called back, “I was just getting William’s stuffed Marvin the Martian for him” “here you go sweetie,” Scully cooed as she handed over the alien to the four-year-old.

“thank you, mama,” William said around the thumb in his mouth.

“You still think that this is a good idea Mulder?” Scully glanced lovingly at her babies, “It’s Christmas Eve Eve and this movie might be a little scary for them.”

“Mooooommmmmm,” Emily rolled her eyes doing a fair impression of her mother, “I’m 9 and dad said we could,” she looked at Mulder imploringly.

“Come on kids, get settled and we could start the movie,” Scully sighed and looked around, now noticing the arrangements that Mulder had made.

There were sleeping bags positioned in front of the sofa, with bowls of popcorn, steaming mugs of hot chocolate with little marshmallows floating, each mug had a peppermint candy cane for stirring too.

The Christmas tree was lit, as was the fireplace and on the sofa was strewn with piles of faux fur blankets for her and Mulder to snuggle under.

“Get under the blankets with me Scully, I’ve got the VCR all set up to go.”  

Scully stepped carefully around the children onto the couch next to Mulder, laying a hand on his thigh as he reached for the remote to press play.

Scully leaned into him whispering “Who would have thought that when I gifted you this movie all those years ago that we would be sharing it with our kids?”

“I’ll remember to thank Maurice and Lyda,” Mulder joked as he pulled her into him, slinging an arm over her shoulder and placing the bowl of popcorn on her lap.

“Shhhhh” William turned to lift a Scully eyebrow at them as the opening credits appeared on the tv screen.

“Sorry” Scully giggled at her mini-me and hunkered down to enjoy the 1964 comedy classic: Santa Clause conquers the Martians.

At the first appearance of Kimar the Martian, William gasped whilst Emily giggled. Seeing that his sister thought that the green man was funny, William settled down again. “Remember what mommy told us William, movies are ‘make believe’, they aren’t real” Emily edged closer to her little brother offering comfort. Mulder and Scully exchanged glances, both in amusement and worry.

“I’m warning you Mulder, if they have nightmares, you are on night duty” Scully hissed in his ear.

He pressed a quick peck to her lips and spoke to his children “How are we doing down there?”

“Da-da! Santa is on TV,” William replied in awe, then gasped again as the Martians busted into Santa’s workshop, freezing Santa’s helpers and Mrs. Clause.

Scully ended up watching her children more than the movie, well because she had seen it many times before and knowing what to expect, anticipated their reactions.

She was quite happy to see them cheering in the end for the new Martian Dropo Clause while Santa Clause go to return to earth with Billy and Betty.

Scully and Mulder joined Emily and William in singing:

S-A-N-T-A, C-L-A-U-S

Hooray for Santy Claus!

You spell it S-A-N-T-A, C-L-A-U-S

Hooray for Santy Claus

Hooray for Santy Claus

Yay yay for Santy Claus

He's fat and round, but jumpin' jiminy

He can climb down any chiminy!

When we hear sleigh bells ring

Our hearts go ting-a-ling

'Cause there'll be presents under the tree

Hooray for Santy Claus!

Now all year long at the North Pole

He's busy making toys

But he knows just what you're doin'

So you better be good girls and boys!

Hang up that mistletoe

Soon you'll hear Ho Ho Ho

On Christmas Day, you'll wake up and you'll say

Hooray for Santy Claus!

Yay yay! Yay yay!

Yay yay! HOORAY!!!

Hang up that mistletoe

Soon you'll hear Ho Ho Ho

On Christmas Day, you'll wake up and you'll say

Hooray for Santy Claus!

S-A-N-T-A, C-L-A-U-S

Hooray for Santy Claus!

You spell it S-A-N-T-A, C-L-A-U-S

Hooray for Santy Claus!

Hoo-raaaaayy forrr Sannn-tyyyy Clauuuusss!

Hooray for Santy Claus!

 Both kids tucked in bed a little while later, Mulder joined Scully in bed, “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he quirked at her hopefully.

She stifled a yawn, “Oh, we’ll see,” she said knowingly. “I bet you Christmas breakfast that William has a nightmare.”

 In the dead of night- the Witching Hour

 “Mamaaaaaaa!” William’s cry pierced the quiet of the house, rousing Scully from a sound sleep.

Scully sat up in bed, heart racing hearing her son sobbing. Remembering just hours before her warning to Mulder she jabbed him fiercely with an elbow to his gut and smugly said “You’re up” before burrowing deeper in the duvet….at his groan she added “I request pancakes for breakfast later,” before succumbing to dreamland once more.

#X-Files Secret Santa Exchange 2020 #@fandomsandxfiles #@today-in-fic #santa clause conquers the martians 1964 #how the ghosts stole christmas

[hazeofhearts]

For Her Honor

Hello readers! Before we begin, I would like to say that I do not own any of these characters or you. Hope you enjoy!

(Note: this is a part of a series but you don’t have to read them in order! It would be recommended though. If there are any mistakes, please message me so I can fix them. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you!)

You hissed as your bleeding knuckles rubbed uncomfortably on your bandages. This was the third time this week you had lost your temper but who could blame you. You had been moved to Nowhere, Indiana in the middle of your junior year of high school. All the girls were stupid and petty and didn’t think you were even worth a side glance because you didn’t dress exactly like them and do your hair exactly like them.

If there was one plus, it was that there were some really cute boys around. The boys in New York were cute too and they didn’t dress like total dorks but Indiana boys appeared to have much more class. At least that you knew about.

One boy that had definitely caught your attention was a boy whose name you didn’t know. He had big hair and his face had the occasional bruise. You always saw him in the hall walking alone. Occasionally he was brought aside by another boy with a mullet. The words they exchanged never appeared to be nice.

You found out his name was Steve Harrington when you eavesdropped on this girl Carol’s conversation in Study Hall. She had said something about him and Billy who you could guess was Mullet Boy.

You were gathering your books for class when your locker was shut with a loud bang. A hand with a ring on the middle finger made your eyes trail up the arm and to the face of the one and only Mullet Boy. He had a greasy smirk on his face that you didn’t like the look of one bit.

“Hey there, princess. Name’s Billy, what’s yours?”

You gave him a blank stare, moved his hand off your locker door and opened it again to retrieve your correct book. You had grabbed the wrong one while you were thinking about Steve.

“Excuse me, I asked you a question.”

Mullet Boy knocked on your locker door and you scoffed before slamming the door shut on your own.

“I’m not interested, sorry.”

You turned on your heel and walked away, missing how his cheeks turned red before he stormed off in the other direction.

It was the next day and you had a particularly ominous feeling in the pit of your stomach when you walked through the doors. As soon as you stepped through the threshold of the high school, the hallways got silent and whispers started to float through the air. You made your way slowly through the halls, feeling the need to throw up grow with each step.

As soon as you got to your locker, you knew why everyone was whispering. On your locker door, in what looked like red lipstick, was written several words that made your stomach flip over about a hundred times.

‘SLUT’, ‘WHORE’, ‘BITCH’ were some of the less colorful ones. You slapped a hand over your mouth in silent horror and took a few steps back before you bumped into a boy dressed in mostly black who grabbed you by the shoulders and swung you around, steering you to an empty closet.

The boy had brown eyes and brown shaggy hair that was starting to curl up just past the edge of his collar. He sat you down on a broken desk before walking over to a girl who was filling a bucket with water. You could see the steam coming from the water and saw the girl squirt soap into the bucket.

“Um, who are you guys?”

The duo turned to you, the boy suddenly looking embarrassed and the girl smacked the boy before coming over to stand in front of you.

“I’m Nancy and that’s my boyfriend Jonathan. When we saw what happened to you, we knew we had to step in.”

Before you really understood what was happening and before you could stop it, your eyes filled with tears and they overflowed onto your cheeks. You turned your head away quickly and scrubbed your cheeks with your sleeve. Nancy handed you a tissue and you blew your nose.

“Sorry. I mean, this is really nice what you guys are doing for a stranger.”

Nancy reached out and rubbed your arm and you took great comfort in the feeling. How long had it been since somebody who wasn’t your mother tried to touch you affectionately? Probably too long.

“We’ve both been made fun of in our lives. Hawkins is a shithole, I know. But we’re here now if you want to hang out with us.”

You shyly nodded your head and were about to slide off the desk onto the floor when the door to the closet burst open and two bodies fell in. One was Mullet Boy and the other was Steve Harrington.

Steve was currently on top of Mullet Boy and was punching him in the face. You whipped your legs up on the desk and held them against your chest. Nancy called for Jonathan and he pulled Steve off of Billy.

Mullet Boy staggered to his feet and swayed before looking around the room and laughing.

“Well, King Steve, here’s your girl now! Why don’t you just go on and confess to her.”

Steve’s cheeks turned red and you wondered if he had a crush on Nancy. Or…

Steve turned to Mullet Boy and spat out some blood.

“Fuck you, Hargrove.”

Billy laughed again and tried launching himself at Steve but you stuck out your leg and tripped him. He face planted back out into the hallway. A chorus of ‘ooohhhs’ circled around the hallway as a teacher and the principal arrived on the scene.

“All of you, in my office, NOW!”

You slid yourself off the desk and held your protest that was on your tongue. You filed down the hallways, all the kids staring at your tension filled group. The principal opened the door to the office and then his personal office before slamming the door and pacing the floor behind his desk.

“Mr. Hargrove, you know the deal by now. I will extend your detention time to two months and a whole week of out of school suspension. Mr. Harrington, you will have one month of detention and a week of in school suspension. I do wonder how Mr. Byers, Miss Wheeler and Miss l/n are involved.”

You let Nancy and Jonathan speak for themselves. You fidgeted with your hands and then your sleeves. You were trying to hide your busted knuckles. You had put a lot of ointment on your hands the night before and placed them in rubber gloves before you went to sleep. They had healed considerably well but you didn’t want the principal thinking you were punching people instead of things.

“Miss l/n? What is your part in this? I was notified that your locker was vandalized.”

“Well, Billy approached me yesterday and it seemed like he wanted to come onto me but I made it clear that I wasn’t interested. When I came to school this morning, I saw my locker vandalized and Nancy and Jonathan took me away. We went into the storage closet and when we were leaving, Billy and Steve came in and they were fighting.”

You were waiting for Billy to chime in that you tripped him but you figured that his pride wouldn’t let him. The principal let you off the hook, along with Jonathan and Nancy and you went on your way. When you got back, your locker was clean and only a faint red tint was left. Jonathan and Nancy chatted with you while you gathered your stuff.

The weekend was right ahead of you. You had managed to survive your hell week without another incident. The hallways gradually grew louder again as you walked down them. You opened your locker and blew a raspberry, hesitating. You had too little homework to be going home this weekend.

A hand on your shoulder made you jump out of your skin. You smacked a hand to your chest and whirled around to find Steve Harrington, bruises and all, standing in front of you. He looked nervous.

“Jesus, Harrington! You scared me!”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ve just been calling and you didn’t seem to hear me.”

“W-Well, what do you need,” you said with warm cheeks.

Steve ran his fingers through his hair and you saw his hand. Without even thinking, your own hands flashed up to grab it. Steve stuttered as you brushed his knuckles delicately with your fingers. You brought him closer to your locker and didn’t let go of his hand as you opened your container of ointment and slathered some on his knuckles.

You didn’t even look at Steve’s face so you didn’t see how red it was. When you grabbed his other hand, Steve cleared his throat and you finally looked up at him. He looked embarrassed, his eyes roaming the hallway, avoiding yours. You continued to care for his hands, wrapping bandages around both of them.

“Uh, thanks. M-Maybe I could play the flavor?”

“What?”

“I-I mean! Uh. Repay you for wrapping my hand. Would you like to go out sometime?”

Your mind went blank. Steve Harrington wanted to go on a date with YOU? The girl who didn’t wear her hair up and wear skirts three times a week?  

“I think that I would love that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you smiled.

“That’s, uh, that’s great! So I’ll pick you up tonight? Six thirty?”

“You don’t know where I live but sure,” you teased.

“R-right.”

You gave Steve your address and watched him walk down the hall. You turned to your locker but kept an eye on him as he walked away. When he stepped outside, he immediately pumped his fist into the air while jumping. You snorted.

What on earth were you getting yourself into?

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things 2