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Valentine's Day, 2024

Valentine's Day is here once again. With a little girl who loves big, there is no way to ignore the day. 💓

I cannot begin to express how much I adore writing domestic MSR. The happiness it brings me is seriously unmatched, it just flows from my fingertips, unable to be stopped.

I hope you enjoy this next installment in the family series.

And happy Valentine's Day. 💓💓

February 14, 2024

“Mommy!” Faith yelled when she saw Scully, running to her and throwing her arms around her neck as Scully squatted down to catch her. “I thought Daddy was coming to get me. I didn’t think you would be here.”

“Did I surprise you, my love?” Scully asked with a chuckle.

“Yes, Mommy. You did,” Faith said, pulling back to smile at Scully. “I’m happy to see you today.”

“Well, I’m happy to see you too, honey,” Scully said, a lump forming in her throat as tears pricked her eyes. “How about you go get your things and we’ll get out of here?”

“Okay!” Faith said happily, releasing her hold on Scully and running to collect her backpack, lunch box, and any other items from her cubby.

Scully sighed as she stood up and quickly wiped her eyes as she watched Faith in her now slightly dirty white tights, black fuzzy boots, denim skirt, and her red Valentine’s Day sweater with white hearts. Her hair was pulled back halfway and then braided into two braids to look like a heart, a style which she had begged to have after seeing it in a tutorial video.

She was a walking valentine.

Smiling as she saw Faith laughing at something one of her friends said, Scully shook her head. It hit her at the oddest of times, how quickly Faith was growing up and becoming her own person.

Of course she saw her every day and was privy to everything happening in her life, but there were moments when she would do a double take as she looked at Faith, seeing not the five year old girl, but someone older she did not know yet. It took her breath away at times, not wanting life to move so fast.

“Mommy,” Faith said, walking toward Scully with her backpack on, her arms full of papers. “Can you help me with all these?”

“Of course, my love,” Scully said, reaching for the crinkly pages of artwork. “Wow, you have a lot of papers here.”

“Uh huh,” Faith nodded, rocking up on her toes. “We made love heart trees.”

“Oh… I see that. Oh, honey. It’s so beautiful. I love the colors you chose.”

“Thank you, Mommy. But that one’s not for you.”

“Is it for Daddy?” Scully asked, looking at the different shades of blue paint that she had used to make a large heart shaped tree. There were brown branches added to it, some larger than the others, and a thick trunk at the bottom with a large knothole in the middle. “Is this hole for the animals to sleep inside?”

“Uh huh,” Faith said again, reaching up to look at the stack of papers. Scully bent down a little so she could see it better. “A squirrel lives in this tree, but he’s out gathering nuts to eat later.”

“I see,” Scully said with a smile. “Well, you’ll have to tell Daddy all about the squirrel when you give it to him.”

“No, Mommy,” Faith said, shaking her head. “This one isn’t for Daddy.”

“Who’s it for then?”

“For Jacob,” she said matter of factly and Scully raised her eyebrows. “Daddy’s is different colors. Let me find it.” She took the papers and laid them on the floor, slipping her backpack off as she spread out the papers, despite other children and parents walking around her.

“Honey, you-”

“Here it is!” Faith said triumphantly, picking up a multicolored tree and handing it to Scully.

“This is beautiful, Faithy, but I think maybe we should move over to the table? Or the top of the bookcase there, so your pictures don’t get stepped on? I think that would be better.”

“Okay, Mommy. I’ll pick them up. Can you get my backpack?”

“Yeah, baby. I got it.”

They walked to the low bookcase and Faith set the stack of papers down.

“This one is for Jacob,” she said, laying the one Scully had already seen beside her larger pile of papers. “This one is for Unco. It’s all yellow and orange because he was the coward lion for Halloween.” She giggled as Scully laughed softly, remembering Skinner in the Cowardly Lion costume. “This one is for Liz Beth, because she likes pink, purple, and little blue.”

“Light blue,” Scully corrected her in a whisper, smiling as she looked at the tree for Elizabeth.

“This one is for Raycho,” Faith continued, moving Elizabeth’s drawing over. “It’s blues and purples like her ballerina painting. I like that painting. It makes me happy.”

“Oh, Faith,” Scully breathed, shaking her head slowly.

“And this is yours, Mommy. I made this one for you. See?” Moving Rachel’s drawing, Scully gasped at the heart tree Faith had made for her. “Do you like it, Mommy?”

“I love it. It’s so beautiful,” Scully whispered, squatting down to look at it closer.

“It’s the colors of your office. The green walls of the office. And black and white and gray. All the colors in there, Mommy. Oh, and little brown, like the bookcases.”

“Faithy,” she said, touching the drawing and tracing the darker brown of the tree up to the light yellow in the center. “It’s so beautiful, honey. Can you tell me what the yellow is in the middle?”

“That’s the light,” she said, looking at Scully in confusion. “Like the light on your desk.”

“Of course it is,” she whispered with a small chuckle.

“I have to write my name still. The paint was too wet. I can do it later at home, right? Before we go to Unco’s house?” Faith asked, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“Yes. We’ll have time for that,” Scully reassured her, as she continued to look at the heart tree. “How did you make these?”

“With my fingers,” Faith said, wiggling them at Scully with a giggle. “We did heart finger painting.”

“And you made one for everyone,” Scully said softly.

“Welllll…” Faith said, looking around the classroom. “Miss Cole said it was supposed to be only one… maybe two, but I made more.”

“I can see that,” Scully laughed quietly.

“She said it was for our family, for Valentine’s Day. But, I have…” She held up her hand and pointed to each finger as she named them. “Unco, Raycho, Jacob, Liz Beth, Daddy, and you, Mommy. That’s six people in my family. I had to make six.” She shrugged and Scully set Mulder’s heart tree onto the pile as she reached for Faith, pulling her close and closing her eyes.

“Do you know how much I love you, Faith Mulder?”

“Yeah,” Faith said as she hugged her back. “As tall as the mountains, as deep as the sea, and all the way to the farthest planet.”

“Plus…”

“Infinity,” Faith said and Scully smiled as she let her go and smoothed back her hair, kissing her forehead softly. “I love you all those things too, Mommy.”

“I’m so happy you do.” Faith nodded and Scully kissed her forehead once more before collecting the papers. “What do you say to lunch and then the park?”

“The big park?” Faith asked, her eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, the big park,” Scully said, smiling at her.

“Can Daddy come with us? He always pushes me so high on the swing.”

“We can call him in the car and ask him if you’d like,” Scully said, knowing full well Mulder’s answer would be yes, leaving behind the project he had nearly completed for Faith.

“I just need like an hour more,” he had said, hanging yet another large tissue paper heart from the ceiling as she had walked out of her office.

“Mulder,” she had said, shaking her head. “This is a lot.”

“Raising the bar, Scully,” he had said, winking at her. “Letting her know that she shouldn’t settle for less than complete adoration when it comes to holidays.”

“So is this also meant for me? To represent your love and adoration of me?” she had asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at him. “Because… while it is lovely and sweet, I tend to prefer coffee, wine, or something… sparkly.” She had gestured to her ears and then her wrist as he had laughed, stepping off the step ladder and walking over to her.

“We haven’t even exchanged gifts yet,” he had said in a low voice, pulling her to him and swaying them back and forth as he had smiled at her. “You act as though I don’t know you, woman.”

“I was just teasing. I don’t need anything,” she had said as she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and he brought his forehead to rest against hers, fully aware she had a gift for him wrapped and ready to be given later.

“No more of no gifts between us,” he had whispered. “We were different then. We have a girl watching us who sees how love should be expressed and celebrated on special occasions. We have a legacy to protect.”

“Stop being cute and quoting Hamilton at me,” she had whispered back and he had laughed quietly.

“Wait for it. Wait for it,” he had sung softly, spinning her suddenly and then dipping her, both of them laughing before he had kissed her.

“I’ll pick her up,” she had whispered against his lips. “You finish up here.”

“Thanks, love,” he had said, kissing her once more before pulling her back onto her feet and returning to his task.

Hopefully he’s finished by now, she thought as they walked to the car and she glanced down at the many heart tree drawings in her hand.

“Can you call Daddy now, Mommy?” Faith asked as they began to leave the school.

“Sure, honey,” Scully said, pressing a button on the Bluetooth.

“Can I say it?”

“Sure.”

“Call, Mulder,” Faith said loudly and clearly after she heard the beep, Scully grinning as she glanced back at Faith.

“Calling… Mulder,” the voice said and Faith smiled as the phone started to ring.

“Jello,” Mulder said when he answered and Faith giggled.

“You’re so silly, Daddy. You’re supposed to say hello, not jello.”

“Oh. Silly me. I must have forgotten,” he said and Scully smiled again.

“Daddy, we’re going to get some lunch and then go to the big park,” Faith said, opening her arms to emphasize the size of the park.

“Hey now, but what about me? What if I want to go to the park?” he asked and Scully could practically see him pouting.

“We’re inviting you, Daddy! This is your own special invitation. Will you RSVP?”

Mulder choked and Scully covered her mouth as she let out a harsh laugh of surprise.

“Will I… RSVP?” Mulder asked, coughing over a laugh.

“Yeah. That means to tell me yes you will or no you won’t,” Faith explained, looking down at the hearts on her sweater.

“I see,” he said, clearing his throat. “Well then, I RSVP… yes. Yes, I will meet you at the park.”

“The big park, Daddy.”

“Yes, the big park. I’ll be there, my love.”

“Yay! Thank you for the RSVP, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, my girl,” he said, laughing softly. “Scully?”

“Yes?” she asked, laughing softly herself as Faith began singing quietly.

“Could you grab me something to eat too? S'il vous plait?”

“Of course, mon cheri,” she said and he hummed.

“Oh, Tishhhh,” he said softly and she laughed.

“See you at the big park,” she said, laughing as she disconnected the call, shaking her head.

As they waited for their food order, she sent a message to Rachel and Skinner, inquiring of their plans for the afternoon and if they wanted to possibly change them and join them at the park. Rachel quickly replied that they would indeed be there, needing to get out of the house for a little while.

While they ate their lunch at a picnic table, Scully helped Faith write I love you, Love Faith on all of her drawings and then placed them into an extra folder Scully found in the car.

Mulder arrived, kissing them both hello before he ate his own meal hurriedly in order to push Faith on the swings.

When Skinner, Rachel, and the twins arrived, Faith was beside herself with happiness. She ran over and hugged them all, telling Elizabeth she liked her beautiful heart dress, which used to be Faith’s.

“Did you want to give them their drawings, honey?” Scully asked and Faith hurried over to grab the folder, giving out the drawings and telling why each color had been chosen for that specific person.

Rachel cried at her drawing and the twins, but then laughed when she heard Skinner’s.

“Aww, you big ol’ lion,” she said, patting his face as he growled, showing his teeth. The kids laughed and then screamed in excitement as he stood up and started to chase them.

They ran to the playground and he swooped Faith up, hugging her close before setting her onto the play structure. He put the twins in the child swings and pushed them as Faith laughed about something and he smiled back at her.

“I should probably go give him a hand,” Rachel said, looking at all of their heart trees one more time. “She’s such a sweet girl. So smart. Observant and creative. What will she be when she’s older?” She put the drawings back into the folder, smiled at them, then stood up to join Skinner.

“What will she be?” Scully echoed in a whisper.

“Amazing. At whatever she does,” Mulder said, squeezing Scully’s thigh gently.

“Yeah,” she agreed, looking at his drawing. “All the colors, Mulder. You got all of them, just like her treehouse at home. All the colors, because that’s who you are to her. All the happiness and color in the world.”

“And you’re her calm, Scully,” he said, nodding to her heart tree. “The peace and comfort she needs when things get to be too much.”

“Yeah,” Scully nodded, tears pricking at her eyes for the second time that day. “I suppose I am.”

“She’s a pretty great kid,” he whispered, watching her help push the twins, laughing as they began to laugh.

“She is at that,” Scully replied with a smile.

“I’m gonna head over and join the group,” he said, turning his head to look at her, a smile tugging at his lips. “But might I first trouble you for a kiss? Can you RSVP on that question?”

They both laughed loudly and she wiped tears from her eyes as she shook her head. She kissed him, both of them still laughing, before he stood up and extricated himself from the table.

“RSVP,” he said under his breath as he walked away, shaking his head with a chuckle.

She smiled as she gathered up their drawings and added them to the others. Putting Faith’s backpack on top of it to keep them from blowing away, she stood up from the table.

She joined Rachel, who was now pushing Elizabeth in the swing. Faith and Jacob, both suddenly screamed excitedly as they ran across the suspension bridge, their laughter soon filling the air, as Mulder and Skinner played the mean trolls waiting beneath, growling and grabbing at them as they passed.

What will she be? Scully wondered as she watched Faith, breathing hard and smiling as she whispered in Jacob’s ear. He nodded, his eyes locked on Mulder.

Amazing, beyond any of our wildest expectations, she thought as Faith and Jacob shouted and ran back across the bridge, laughing and screaming in delight. She couldn’t possibly be anything less.

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mulderwearingglasses · 1 year

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Stupid Cupid

Summary: When a work emergency prompts the FBI to call in their best and brightest on Valentine's Day evening, Mulder shows up in a tuxedo, prompting Scully to wonder what kind of hot date he had just abandoned.

Scully must quiet the jealous storm brewing within as the two work together to search for a little boy. Scully soon finds all is not as it seems, and maybe this won't be the worst Valentine's Day, after all.

Word Count: 5,325 // Read on AO3

The shrill ring of a phone snapped Scully out of a dream she wished she could continue -- one that she’d been having more often lately involving a certain coworker and the olfactory overwhelm that happened whenever she got near him and inhaled the leather-y, salty, aftershave-y musk that was Fox Mulder.

Groggily fumbling the phone to her ear, she answered with a sleep-thick “Hello?” and grew increasingly alert as she heard an addled Skinner on the other line telling her about a kidnapping of a senator’s kid, how this was of utmost importance, top priority, how the bureau needed their top people on this and how he needed her to get down there ASAP.

It was clear he was surrounded by bustling agents peppering him with questions -- God, was it only 9:30 p.m. on a Friday? It felt so much later, but, then again, it didn’t really matter -- so she just responded in the affirmative and told her boss she’d be right there.

“Agent Scully, have you had anything to drink?” he asked.

“Uh...no, sir,” Scully said, eyes shifting to a half-full glass of chamomile tea on her coffee table. She assumed that was not the kind of beverage her boss was referring to.

“OK, great,” he said. “Please, hurry.”

He said to come as she was -- that everyone had. That time was of the essence.

When the line went dead, she stumbled into the bedroom so she could at least throw on a clean sweatshirt over her favorite New York Knicks t-shirt, which no longer smelled like its original owner but felt symbolic in the same way writing Brad McDonald’s name in her sixth grade social studies notebook over and over felt like it meant something.

She ran a toothbrush through her mouth, which felt filmy and dry in the way only falling asleep on the couch could do, and grabbed her bag, out the door and to her car before her thoughts could even catch up with her.

Cranking the ignition and speeding out of her parallel parking spot, Scully’s mind wandered to her partner and imagined him doing the same dance she was, although his insomniac tendencies -- and the fact that it was 9:30, Jesus Christ, she was lame -- meant he was at least probably awake when he got the call.

As she drove in silence, Scully let her thoughts warm up along with the car engine. It made sense to call in profile boy genius Mulder, but she wasn’t quite sure what her medical know-how could add to a kidnapping case at the moment.

She smiled as she imagined Skinner hanging up with Mulder and taking a beat before calling her, knowing that Mulder worked best when she was around. That they were a team. That they were something special together. That she was with him and he was with her, a package deal.

She let herself have these warm and fuzzy thoughts while she could, knowing that the frantic fight to save a child’s life was ahead of her and all that entailed.

She pulled into the parking garage and hustled up the operation room where she could see a frenzy of activity.

When Scully walked through the door, a room full of curious eyes landed on her and gave her a quick once over before returning to their activities.

Everyone was so...dressed up, Scully thought. Like, really dressed up. Several female agents stood before her in cocktail dresses with updos and pristine makeup. Men wore suits and ties, but the kind they save for outside office hours.

The air was thick with perfumes and colognes.

As Skinner -- who looked just as dapper -- finished up a phone call, Scully stood in the doorway awaiting further instruction and scanned the room looking for -- oh my god, Mulder.

His eyes were already locked on her when she found him toward the back of the room, standing over the printer.

Mulder was dressed in a tuxedo?? A tuxedo! With dress shoes!

When her eyes locked onto his, he smiled and held up his hand in a wave, motioning that he’d be over once the documents finished printing.

Was everyone going undercover? Was her outfit en route? Was this some kind of bizarre-o dream? Why did everyone look like they were about to do some sort of red carpet event when she was clad in black leggings, a sweatshirt and -- oof -- she didn’t think she’d even run a brush through her hair, gone puffy and scraggly from her post-work couch nap.

Her face was barren, having washed off her work makeup before she crashed in front of the TV. Her freckles were on high alert.

Come as you are! Everyone had! And everyone had just happened to leave the opera, or what?

Scully could see Mulder watching her.

His eyes followed hers as the wheels in her head spun.

Finally, Skinner walked to the center of the room, and everyone seemed to snap to attention. He cleared his throat, and the room settled.

“Thank you all for being here,” Skinner said, before launching into a rundown of the facts of the case, the players involved, a couple leads.

Everyone took notes, paying close attention.

“I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your night, especially on a night like tonight, but I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how critical the next couple hours will be for getting Julian back safe and sound.”

Skinner started handing out assignments.

“Especially on a night like tonight?” Scully mused internally.

She could feel Mulder’s eyes back on her as her eyebrows knitted together in contemplation. With the intensity of his gaze, it felt like he was reading her running inner-commentary.

“Agent Mulder, Agent Scully,” Skinner said, snapping her attention back. “I want you to head to the Hilton downtown. Julian’s parents were there at the Valentine’s Day ball, and I want you to be on scene.”

Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day. Jesus Christ. Of course.

She had been cognizant that it was coming, obviously. The heart-shaped chocolates and sad red rose arrangements were popping up in the drug store and the sitcoms she kept on in the background on the rare occasion she was home at a reasonable hour to make dinner were having their holiday episodes where the lead characters dangled in front of audiences across the span of too many episodes in agonizing “will-they-won’t-they” fashion finally shared a kiss or a candy heart exchange.

Scully didn’t hate Valentine’s Day -- she thought giving the day that much power was worse than simply letting it wash over her. Another Valentine’s Day alone. Another Valentine’s Day where her mom would call a few days prior, an eagerness in her voice that made Dana angry, to ask if she had any plans for the weekend.

Sure, the day was fun when you were freshly coupled or when you were in the second grade and got to make one of those Valentine mailboxes out of a shoe box, but it was now just a day to Dana Scully. Maybe a day where she’d snag a cupcake with frosting that would turn her mouth pink from the bureau’s cafeteria, but just an average Friday, nonetheless.

And on this Friday, she and Mulder had been busy from morning till he cut out a few minutes early, chasing down leads and making plans for a potential mothman reconnaissance mission the two were embarking on next week. She hadn’t had time for the cupcake, hadn’t had time to think about the day or why Mulder had left the office a few minutes earlier than usual.

She’d simply bid him a goodnight and headed home, tired from the long week, and conked out on the couch after noshing on some leftover pizza.

Happy Valentine’s Day, indeed.

And here she stood, surrounded by agents with grand-plans-now-interrrupted. Agents whose ensembles told a story of fancy dinner reservations, dances, theater tickets, parties. Whose winged eyeliner and bobby pinned curls meant they were desired, loved, lusted over.

Whose dress shoes and tuxedo meant Mulder was desired, loved, lust over.

Her stomach lurched. Cheeks burned.

She self-consciously tugged at the bottom of her sweatshirt, tried to tuck a frizzy curl behind her ear.

She could feel Mulder’s eyes burning a hole in her skull, but she couldn’t dare meet his gaze. She could feel her eyes burning, praying they weren’t red-rimmed.

She didn’t want to know who he was with...where...how long.... She couldn’t know. Not now. They had work to do.

“And Agent Bender, please go with Agents Mulder and Scully,” Skinner said. “I know you talked to the parents on the phone earlier. You’ll be familiar to them.”

Suddenly, Mulder’s hand was gripping Scully’s arm.

“Scully...” he said, in a tone laced with guilt, almost as if the next words out of his mouth wanted to be “I can explain” but what was there to explain?

They were not together.

Well, they were quite literally always together, but they weren’t together together. They simply called each other in the middle of the night when one or the other had a nightmare and knew each other’s coffee order depending on coffee chain and had spare clothes at each other’s places and nursed each other back from the brink of death on countless occasions and had broken down in each other’s arms and spent too many a tension-filled evening falling in love in clandestine seclusion on a shitty motel bed over styrofoam boxes of lukewarm takeout.

Agents headed out the door to their respective assignments staring at the Mulder and Scully locked in a grip, parting around them like the Red Sea.

Agent Bender -- a brown-haired, brown-eyed woman who Scully noted always wore lip gloss and was wearing a beautiful blush satin spaghetti strap dress tonight -- sidled up next to the two, eyes darting back and forth from Mulder to Scully to their connected arms and back again.

Sensing this was not the time, Mulder let go and Scully flinched back into herself.

“Um,” Bender said, breaking the tension. “I’ll drive.”

By the time they made the stilted walk to the bureau car lot, Bender had regaled the two with wistful details about her evening cut short: her boyfriend-of-one-month Lloyd had bought her that designer bag she had always wanted and taken her for drinks on some rooftop somewhere in the city. Before she could get a drink in her, Skinner was calling.

“If only I had downed something faster, I could have gotten out of this,” she said, followed by an exaggerated sigh.

“What about you?” Bender said pointing to Mulder as she unlocked the car. “What were you doing ton-”

“While I appreciate the recaps, I don’t think we have time for all this bonding,” Scully said bitterly, cutting Bender off.

Mulder cleared his throat, subconsciously loosening his bow tie.

He opened the passenger door for Scully who stalked past him, throwing the back sedan door open and sliding in with her arms crossed.

“Scully, I -”

“Mulder, you get car sick,” Scully said, briskly. “Get in, take the front, and let’s go.”

Bender looked in the rearview mirror, eyes dancing between a pissed off Scully in the backseat and an anxious Mulder in front a few times before she started the car and took off toward the Hilton.

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Mulder’s head was muddled as he flew to the bureau after getting a call from Skinner about a kidnapping.

His thoughts were already in a weird place -- his Valentine’s Day was not exactly what he had expected -- and now a kid case. Kid cases always messed with his head. His mind drifted to Samantha, to the Eve’s, and, as always, to Scully.

He was hoping he might see her tonight. He didn’t know what her Valentine’s plans were. He had tried to suss it out a number of times in the previous weeks, but it seemed like Scully didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe she was already half a bottle of wine deep with some guy she met at the gym.

About 15 minutes after he made it to the bureau and was put to work while Skinner organized the crew, he spotted a tuft of copper hair bouncing toward the operation room, and he felt a warmth spread throughout his bones.

When she stepped through the door, he couldn’t help but smile.

She hadn’t seen him yet, but she looked adorable. Like the version of herself Mulder had the privilege of knowing when they’d had an especially long travel day and she was sleepy and not the pristinely put-together Scully she worked so hard to present to the world.

He liked her when her freckles started peaking through her makeup and her hair got fluffy and she got a little loopy with tiredness. Hell, he liked her all the time.

As she looked around the room, he watched her head cock to the side and her eyebrows furrow increasingly.

When she spotted him, he gave her a dopey grin and waved like a dork before he could stop himself.

Her eyes bugged out at the sight of him. He looked down at himself and remembered he was wearing a tuxedo.

Oh, right.

He watched her hands glide over her hair, tug at her sweatshirt. She smiled at him and waved back, but had a befuddled expression on her face.

A quick scan of the room, and it was suddenly evident to Mulder that one of these things was not like the other.

Everyone but Scully was dressed to the nines. Everyone was coming off of Valentine’s dates....except for Scully?

His heart clenched. He didn’t want her to feel self-conscious. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the room. No one else could even compare.

He suddenly wanted to whisk her out of the room, take her somewhere else and away from the harsh lights and wandering eyes of the operation room.

Scully still looked confused as Skinner began talking. Mulder couldn’t take his eyes off her, but he dutifully took notes with his eyes trained on his partner. He’d been doing it for years now. No sweat.

Suddenly, Scully’s eyes went wide, and a deep rouge overtook her ivory cheeks.

Skinner had given them their assignment at the Valentine’s Day ball.

Oh, shit.

She forgot it was Valentine’s Day, didn’t she? They hadn’t mentioned it at all during the day, had been too busy planning for a mothman adventure in the next week.

She didn’t even ask questions when he ducked out a few minutes early.

He wanted to explain, wanted to tell her everything but she wouldn’t even look at him.

He broke out into a cold sweat which only intensified when Skinner assigned Agent Bender to go with them.

Great.

The woman who practically bathed in cotton candy-scented body spray that gave Mulder a headache whenever he passed her in the hallway.

He tried to get her attention before they left the room, but she refused to meet his gaze and then the two of them were following behind Bender, left to fend for themselves downwind of the lethal sugar aroma.

After a painfully awkward car ride in which Bender talked their ears off about some poor sap named Lloyd who sounded as boring as Bender, the crew arrived at the hotel and transformed into work mode.

Mulder and Scully had worked together plenty of times under awkward circumstances -- fights, petty jealousies, when the sexual tension had gotten too thick and made things weird -- and the work always saw them through.

They worked together efficiently and professionally, communicating as the three of them took statements and interviewed witnesses at the hotel and began the tedious task of watching hours of security camera footage.

The missing kid, 7-year-old Julian, had been in a hotel room watching Disney movies in bed while his 16-year-old sister Carla was in an adjoining room talking on the phone with her boyfriend while their parents danced the night away in the ballroom below them.

“A 16-year-old was having a more exciting Valentine’s Day than me,” Scully thought glumly before kicking herself for having such an insensitive thought.

Bender interviewed the parents while Mulder and Scully talked to Carla.

They sat in a corner of the bustling lobby, teeming with local law enforcement and federal agents, as moonlight filtered in through the hotel’s big windows.

Scully spilled a big splotch of coffee on her sweatshirt as they got settled and cut a glance at Mulder who she expected to be cracking a grin at his clumsy partner, but he hadn’t noticed. His eyes were faraway and pleading.

Scully knew this was exactly the kind of case to get her partner in a funk. She was sure he related to Carla -- a sibling taken right from under their nose. The guilt and shame of it all.

He was being especially kind and careful with his questioning. When Carla started to get emotional, he offered her an olive branch.

“My sister was taken when I was watching her too, Carla,” he said. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Your sister...” she said. “Did they find her?”

Mulder looked away, cursing himself for mentioning it.

“They....” he started. “We’ll find Julian. I promise.”

With that, he stood up and left the room for a minute while Scully took over.

When she was through, she reunited Carla with her parents and went to find Mulder, who had wandered to a stairwell in the hotel.

His bowtie was untied, and he was standing with his head hung.

“Hey,” Scully said, softly resting her hand on his shoulder from behind.

He lifted his head and turned around to face her.

“Hey,” he said back, softly.

“You okay?” Scully asked, plucking the bow tie from around his neck and stashing it in her purse.

“I’m an idiot,” he replied, rubbing his face over his hands.

“Well, sure, but we knew that already,” Scully said, a teasing lilt to her mouth, as she rubbed Mulder’s arm soothingly.

Mulder huffed out a laugh through his nose.

“But really, Mulder, you were very good with her,” Scully said. “You have shown her kindness in a dark time, which is not always something you were shown.”

“It is now, Scully,” he said, pulling a flyaway curl from Scully’s head and tucking it behind her ear. “You show me kindness.”

The pair smiled, Mulder’s hand still lingering behind her ear, retracting when Bender barged through the stairwell which suddenly reeked of cotton candy.

She paused, studying the two agents for a moment, before saying “They got him. Julian. He’s safe.”

Mulder and Scully exhaled loudly, bodies sagging in relief.

“Turns out, the kid wandered out of the hotel by himself, off looking for his own Disney adventure,” Bender said. “The hotel clerk who said she saw a man run off with a little boy matching his description has shit vision, it turns out. Must have been his own little screamin’ demon. Those damn astigmatisms, will get you every time. Anyway, Julian was found curled up asleep in a McDonald’s play place a few minutes ago. They’re going to get him checked out, but looks like not a hair out of place.”

“Thank God,” Scully said.

“Yeah,” Bender said. “Can’t believe I ditched cosmos with Lloyd for some kid who wanted to go down the slide. Anyway, local PD has it from here. Skinner’s called us off. I, uh, called Lloyd, and he said he’d forgive me for ditching him if I -- well, I’ll spare you the details, but are you two able to get the car back?”

Mulder and Scully exchanged amused glances.

“We’ll manage,” Mulder said. “Give Lloyd my regards.”

“Thanks,” Bender said. “You two have...plans for the rest of the evening?”

“Coming down from a cotton candy-induced stupor,” Mulder mumbled under his breath, and Scully put her hand over her mouth to stifle a laughter.

Bender, who hadn’t heard Mulder’s quip, narrowed her eyes at the two.

“You two are weird,” she said. “And I’m gonna go. See ya.”

“Mulder!” Scully hissed when Bender was out of earshot.

“Well, I hate that perfume!” Mulder said. “She’s gonna trigger a migraine one of these days.”

“I thought you’d like working with her,” Scully said, twirling her finger around a piece of her hair.

“Bender?” Mulder questioned.

“She’s...” Scully pursed her lips, trying to decide how she’d like to finish that sentence. “Tall.”

Mulder guffawed.

“Yes, her height was refreshing,” Mulder teased, knocking his hip against his partners as they started walking toward the car.

Scully yawned and stumbled into Mulder, her cheeks coloring as he grabbed her side to steady her.

“Woah,” he said, righting her. “Sleepy?”

Scully shook her head vehemently.

“Nope,” she said, a stubborn rigidity to her voice. “Wide awake.”

At least they were about to be alone where he could explain his evening to her in private -- something he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to do, but he did. Very much so.

A light snow had started to fall, so Mulder opened the passenger door for Scully while he took the ice scraper and got to work on the car windows.

By the time he was done, Scully’s head was tilted against the passenger window, and she was fast asleep.

He smiled to himself. She could fall asleep anywhere, any time.

He warmed the car up for her and started heading toward the bureau garage before reverting course. He couldn’t drop her off at her car to drive the rest of the way home. He wasn’t about to have her fall asleep behind the wheel.

His place wasn’t far away. She could have the couch, and he’d make do elsewhere.

The warm car ride must have lulled Scully into a deep sleep. Her gentle snores were accompanied by occasional twitches and murmurs. Mulder kept his hands at ten and two, but his eyes did wander to his sleeping partner every so often.

When he noticed what looked like a shiver run up her small body curled against the side of the car, he shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket and draped it over Scully, enveloping her in his body heat and that Mulder smell.

Reflexively, she pulled the jacket closer and inhaled, a sigh escaping her lips.

“Mulder...” she mewed in sleep.

He couldn’t wipe the cheeky grin off his face.

By the time they got to his building, he didn’t have the heart to wake her up. He knew his partner could sleep through a jackhammer convention, so he hoped that held true because if she woke up through this, she’d surely kill him.

He got out of the car gently opened her car door, letting her dead weight lean on his sturdy body. He cradled the underside of her knees and her back in his arms and lifted her out of the car, making sure to keep his jacket tucked around her. She stirred in his arms and snuggled closer into his chest, another sweet sigh escaping her lips.

Mulder buried his nose in her hair, lightly kissing the crown of her head before hauling Scully up into his building.

In a genius maneuver Mulder was excessively proud of, he hiked his leg and anchored it to the door to help balance Scully on top of while he unlocked his apartment one-handedly, sweeping her into his place that glowed green with aura of fish tank.

Setting her gently on his couch, he repositioned his jacket over her while he drew back to go get changed.

It was only when she lost his body warmth that she stirred enough -- mumbling in protest -- to wake herself.

Mulder turned around once he heard her sleepy groans and watched as her eyes popped open.

With cat-like reflexes, she darted up and looked around, a panic in her eyes.

Mulder rushed over, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Hey, hey,” he said. “You’re alright. You’re in my apartment. You’re OK.”

She slumped back into the couch.

“What the hell, Mulder?” she said, annoyed. “What's going on?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he said. “You fell asleep on the way back to the bureau, and I didn’t think you should drive if you were that tired. I just took you here to crash. Is that....OK?”

“I would have been fine to drive,” she muttered.

“I’m sure you would have been,” Mulder said. “Do you want some tea?”

“I -- well. Yes. Please,” Scully said, her expression softening a bit.

“Coming right up,” Mulder said, smiling at her.

As he puttered around his kitchen, a place that felt foreign to him in his own home, he thought now would be a good time to casually bring up what had been nagging at him all night.

“So, I wanted to tell you about tonight --” he started, his back turned to Scully as he searched through his cabinet for some honey.

“Mulder, you don’t need...I don’t...You don’t owe me an explanation,” Scully said, measuredly. “I’m.....happy for you.”

He turned around and quirked his head, inquisitive eyes boring into her.

“Um,” Mulder started again. “I’m...happy for you, too, Scully. I was at the Butterfly Kisses Valentine’s Dance.”

“I don’t need details, Mulder,” Scully interjected, turning red with an envy she couldn’t keep at bay.

“It’s a father/daughter dance,” he said.

That shut her up.

Her head snapped up to look at him as her jaw fell.

Finally, he could talk.

“I was there with Maya,” Mulder said, walking toward Scully, two steaming mugs in hand which he gently set down in front of her and took a seat beside her.

“Maya is nine. She’s the daughter of Joseph Richter. Agent Richter and I worked together quite a bit in my first years with the bureau. One case, there was a serial convenience store robber in town who kept shooting the convenience store clerks. They couldn’t catch the guy. We thought it would be an easy day. Things, uh....” Mulder scratched the five-o-clock shadow appearing on his chin and stared off through his window, the snow falling gently through the beams of streetlights.

“Things didn’t go as planned,” Mulder said. “We, um, well, Agent Richter was shot. We had just switched positions as we approached the suspect. The bullet was meant for me. Richter had a wife and a little girl at home.”

Mulder didn’t notice until now that some time during his speech, Scully had grabbed his hand and was rubbing soft circles against his skin with her thumb.

“We lost Agent Richter. I had to tell his wife, Ann. They had only been married a few years. Anyway, I told her that myself and the rest of the agents with us on that case would always be around to help. Sometimes I’ll change their porch light or clean their gutters. This year, Ann called and said there was a father/daughter dance at Maya’s school for Valentine’s Day. She asked if one of us could take Maya. The rest of the guys had dates but I...was available, so. Anyway. I was with Maya tonight. That’s where I was.”

Mulder pulled back and picked up his cup of tea with shaky hands and took a ragged sip, steam masking the hurt played out across his face.

Scully stared at him with big, wet eyes.

“I’m sorry your evening with Maya was cut short,” she said, hiding a tremble in her voice.

“We got through the dance, so that’s good,” Mulder said. “I was just about to take her for ice cream to make up for my two left feet, but luckily her mom was there, too, so I told her I’d take a rain check for some rocky road, scout’s honor.”

Scully smiled softly.

“I bet you made that little girl feel like a princess,” she said, smoothing the collar of Mulder’s crisp, white shirt.

“I hope so!” Mulder said. “She certainly looked like one -- purple, sparkly tutu and all. Speaking of...” he said, scooting closer to Scully. “What happened here, princess?” he said, a teasing gleam in his eye as he pointed to the coffee stain on Scully’s sweatshirt.

“Oh,” Scully said, softly, embarrassed. “I’m a mess. When I walked in...everyone looked so dressed up and there I was looking like...well, like this. I sort of...forgot...what day it was. Lame, I know. When Skinner called tonight, I was actually asleep on the couch, if you can believe it. I’m sure you can. When I saw you dressed like this....and then Skinner said it was Valentine’s Day....Well, I’m sorry I was so unpleasant all night. I just felt.....I don’t know. Silly, I guess.”

Sometime during Scully’s rambling, Mulder had picked up her hand and was rubbing soft circles against her skin with his thumb.

She smiled down at his reciprocated act of comfort.

“You don’t look like a mess to me,” he said, quietly, staring deeply into Scully’s blue eyes.

“No?” Scully questioned, their soft breathing the only sound that could be heard as they gazed.

“No,” Mulder responded, snapping out of the moment after too long of a pause. “Aside from this coffee stain. Take that sweatshirt off, and I’ll pop it in the washer. I’ll give you something of my mine in the meantime.”

“Uhhhh,” Scully said. “No, no, that’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”

“Scully, while I promise it’s better than cotton candy, you smell like a Starbucks,” Mulder said. “C’mon, it’s no trouble. It’ll be good as new in the morning.”

Eyes glued to the floor, Scully grumbled as she tossed the sweatshirt over her head and clamped her arms over the front of her New York Knicks T-shirt.

Mulder tried to fight off a smile.

“Heyyy,” he said, in mock discovery. “I know that shirt.”

He rubbed the material between his fingers.

“Thought I lost it,” he said. “Haven’t seen it in a while.”

“Hmm,” Scully said, busying herself with her tea. “Must have been at the bottom of my laundry hamper. I just did a load this evening and threw something on before leaving the house.”

“Interesting,” Mulder said, stifling a grin.

Scully shrugged nonchalantly, blowing on her mug, followed by a massive yawn.

“Right,” Mulder said, standing. “You’re tired. Let me get you a pillow and some blankets.”

Scully blushed as she realized she was still hugging Mulder’s jacket close to her body. She picked it up and folded it neatly beside her.

When Mulder came back, he looked at the jacket next to her and the goosebumps rising on her arms.

“That’s OK,” he said, handing her a sweatshirt. “You can keep it tonight. I’m sure you’ve got it all warmed up to your liking.”

He picked up the jacket and laid it back over her, placing another fleece blanket on top and lying a pillow on the end of the couch for her.

Scully reclined, settling in under the soft, Mulder-y warmth of multiple items of his clothing.

“Mulder, where are you going to sleep?” she asked, through another yawn.

“Don’t worry about me, Scully,” Mulder said, sitting on the floor with his back propped up against the couch. “I’ve got some late-night infomercials to catch up on.”

He turned the TV on low and heard Scully getting comfortable behind him, snuggling deep into the leather indents of his couch.

Scully wondered if nestling against Mulder’s couch imprint was the closest she’d ever get to cuddling with the real thing. But the back of his head was sat close enough for her to run her fingers through if she wanted, so she was more than content to fall asleep wrapped in his clothes, his scent so close.

As she started to doze, she heard Mulder whisper “Happy Valentine’s Day, Scully.”

She smiled and hummed back to him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mulder.”

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Everybody hurts sometimes (11/18)

Confronted

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey xF!mc Casey Valentine

Warnings: drug use, language, sexual references

*****Trigger Warning- this series deals with issues of abandonment and addiction. This chapter also features an overdose*****

Word count: 1815

Rating: Mature 18+

Category: Angst

Summary: things appear to be going well for Ethan and Casey. A blast from Ethan’s past threatens to spoil it all.

Authors note: Let the pain begin.the next several chapters you will really see the impact Louise walking out had and how he never fully healed from that. There is an eventual happy ending, I promise.

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It had been one week since June was unceremoniously fired from Edenbrook. Casey was visibly more at ease, she had been cleared by Dr Phelps to return full time to work if she wished, the team was working well despite being down to three people and most importantly things were going great between herself and Ethan, to a point. She could tell something was bothering him. She knew that he had gotten into an argument with his dad about his mother, he had his reasons for avoiding her, well from what little he told her anyway. She still felt he needed closure, whatever that may be but the refusal to talk about it was starting to make her uneasy. She hoped that he would one day tell her everything and she did ask but Ethan did not want to burden her further. Ethan intellectually knew that his burdens were her’s but how did he know that enough was enough and if he was overburdening her. But despite this they were going well, they both found it freeing to be in the open and despite his demons, Ethan was confident of a bright future.

A few weeks later Casey awoke with a start. She was at the roomy residence. The nightmares from the attack were becoming a distant memory but Casey could help but feel uneasy and what was more troubling is that she could not put a finger on why.

Meanwhile, in a motel room in Southey, Louise awoke in a motel room, in excruciating pain. For the last while she had a vicious cycle of sti’s and uti’s but they had been getting worse and worse. She had started to suspect there was more to her pain, especially now that she had unexplained weight loss to the mix but she did not have the means to afford the rigorous testing let alone treatment. So she endured. Despite the pain she was still prostituting herself, normally she would have spent the money left after rent on heroin but not lately. The pain was so bad that she wanted to end her life on her own terms, with what little dignity she had left.

She had hoped that Ethan would reach out. He had not. She knew Alan was going to leave the choice upto Ethan and she knew that she hurt them both so much that day but it still hurt. She wanted to apologize for the pain, say how proud of him she was for the man he did become. But she knew that she had no opportunity. She had deduced from what Alan had said that Ethan lived in Boston and she knew he could find out which hospital he worked at and see him but how do you approach the son that you know wants nothing to do with you. She got up, had some coffee with some pain medication and went about her meager existence.

Two weeks later, Louise finally had enough money together for a very large hit. She sat in her motel room, in pain. She contemplated leaving notes for Ethan and Alan but she could not be sure that they would receive them. She prepared the heroin, and her vein in her arm and injected. For awhile she felt invincible, she even left the room and wandered around the area. Then she collapsed.

Ethan and Casey were making their way down to emergency. There was no page to go there but they did. When they arrived an ambulance pulled up. A woman in a stretcher was brought in. The Paramedic ran off the particulars but Ethan was frozen. It may have been close to 26 years when he last saw her but it was her. Louise Ramsey, the person who walked out on him and his dad. Casey shook him out of his shock.

“Ethan, this woman has overdose” said Casey whilst showing him the needle marks on her arm. “Can you please get the Naloxone”

Ethan is jolted into action and gets the drug. He injects it and is taken away. He then storms out of the emergency department.

Casey knew she should have went after him but she had never seen him so shaken, even the attack he seemed to have more composure. She suspected that the patient was his mother. She attends to other patients and leaves the ED to have some lunch. She is flagged down by Naveen.

He seemed concerned as he had not been able to find Ethan for a few hours. Casey told him about the ER incident and how she suspects the patient is his mother. Naveen is shocked, saddened. He goes off to the security room to see if he can find Ethan’s whereabouts. He tracks him down and makes his way to the on call room. Ethan is there, still in shock.

“What is wrong, Ethan?”

“How did you find me?”

“Casey told me what happened in the ER, how you stormed out. She has her suspicions but was that woman your mother?”

“She stopped being my mother when she walked out that goddamn door when I was 11 Naveen.”

“I am a son of a goddamn drug addict Naveen. Was she addicted then? Did she leave to pursue her addiction? Whatever the case she loved the drugs more than my dad or myself.”

“You do not know for sure…”

“I spent a good portion of the last 26 years blaming myself for her leaving Naveen. If it was not to do drugs all this time then why? Am I that unloveable?”

“Stop being ridiculous Ethan, Casey loves you…”

“Fuck! Casey, my beautiful Casey…”

Ethan starts to cry.

“We are all here for you Ethan, but you need closure, please talk to her, even if the worst case is true, at least you will know for sure.”

Ethan does not react to Naveen’s words. He does disagree however, him knowing the worst for sure he knew would break him and make him question every none familial relationship he has ever had.

He eventually messaged Casey, he states that he needs some time to process and he will reach out. He knew that overdose cases were kept for 72 hours. He knew how to keep himself busy and away from her. He knew his dad deserved to know but decided to tell him after she was gone. He knew his dad would be annoyed to put it mildly but he knew if he told Alan now, he would pressure him into seeing her.

Ethan goes home early, Naveen is understanding. Ethan had never felt this emotionally overwhelmed in a long time, to the point where he was numb. At that moment he wanted to call Casey and physically find solace in her but he knew she would want to talk and he was not ready for that. He walks to his bar, looks at the impressive array of scotches he has. He selects an unopened bottle of Macallan 25 and drinks. The amber liquid comforts him and he continues to drink until the bottle is empty. He went to bed, pleasured himself and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Casey was anxious, furious, concerned. Naveen had told her of their discussion so at least she kind of knew where his head was at but from what little Ethan had told her, she did not think that he would speak to her. She got no sleep that night. She went to the hospital early. She tracked down Louise, there was a note that she was to be released after 72 hrs. That was the procedure. She marveled at how gaunt Louise looked. There were many needle marks so she deduced that she had been an addict for a while but to look so thin and sickly. She did wonder if something else was at play. She did not engage Louise, she had not heard from Ethan but she thought she would respect his privacy.

Ethan woke up, the thumping headache a stark reminder that he was not 25 anymore. He got up, had juice and a coffee then a shower. He went to work. He went about his day as if nothing was wrong. Casey could see he was hurting but because he had not reached out she kept quiet.

The three days passed mercifully quickly . Louise was surprised she survived that hit. Ethan was relieved that she was gone, he was still confronted about the fact she was an addict. He called his dad and bent the truth, stating he had been unwell and only found out about Louise being in hospital when she was about to be discharged. He stated that he was brought in after overdosing. Alan did wonder if he was been told the truth and when he finished speaking to Ethan he called Naveen who told him the truth. Alan was disappointed. He called Ethan again to express his disappointment at being lied to. Ethan was annoyed at being found out but he stated that it confirmed what he had long suspected, she did not truly love him. Ethan hung up. He wanted a drink and he wanted Casey. Being at work he could not have either so he threw himself into work. He asked Casey to come over that night. Casey was hopeful that they would finally talk so she agreed.

After shift came and Casey made her way to Ethan’s. He was upset. He told Casey how it was confronting that he was the son of an addict. How he felt that he was not enough for her to stay. Casey asked did you speak to her to which he said he did not, why find out for sure what was appearing as plain as day. She knew she should have spoken up and said you need to know for sure but she knew it was a losing battle. Instead she told him that she loves him, that he is not unlovable. Ethan knew intellectually that Casey was right, people did love him but the foundation of that love felt rocky but how do you tell that to the woman who has stayed with you despite selfishly breaking up and now appearing to stay through this. Instead of confronting that question he did what he did best, avoided it and proceeded to make love to her several times over. She said I love you before drifting off, he kissed the side of her head but did not say it back. She drifted off, wondering if he did truly love her. Ethan wanted to say it back but he was still shook to his core and did not feel right in saying it back and again he did not know how to tell her how he was truly feeling. When Casey was asleep, he gently got out of bed and drowned the thoughts with yet another drink.

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Authors note: truly a set up chapter and the beginning of what is to come. Next chapter I recommend your comfort food yet again.

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To Be or Not to Be: a Valentine's Event

Thank you to everyone who participated. I hope you enjoyed the event! If I am missing something or if there is a change I need to make to the list, please let me know.

⟢Blades of Light & Shadow:⟢

Drabble [Mal x MC] by @lilyoffandoms 💖

⟢Crimes of Passion:⟢

Drabble [Trystan x MC] by @lilyoffandoms 💖

⟢Guinevere:⟢

A Feverish Itch [Artura x MC] by inlocusmads 💖

Drabble [Lancelot x Guinevere] by @lilyoffandoms 💔

⟢It Lives Series:⟢

Raspberry Rose [Dan Pierce x F!MC] by @aallotarenunelma 💖

⟢Open Heart:⟢

A Mixed Up Valentine [Tobias x F!OC] by @jerzwriter 💖

Abundance [Ethan x F!MC] by @jerzwriter 💖

After Dark Part Two [Bryce x F!OC] by @storyofmychoices 💖

Dance with Me (writing + art) [Bryce x F!OC] by @storyofmychoices 💖

Death Stare [Ethan x F!MC] by @headoverheelsforramsey💖

La Vie Avec Toi [Ethan x F!MC, Sienna x M!OC] by @liaromancewriter 💖

No One Else... Part 1 of 2 [Tobias xF!MC] by @jerzwriter 💖

Simple Pleasures (writing + art)Tobias xF!MC] by @jerzwriter 💖

The Art of Doing Nothing [Ethan x M!MC] by @dr-colossal-pita💖

The Reluctant Valentine [Sienna x M!OC] by @liaromancewriter 💖

The Unexpected Valentine [Ethan x F!MC] by @liaromancewriter 💖

Valentine Memories [Ethan x F!MC] by @liaromancewriter 💖

⟢Red Carpet Diaries/Hollywood U:⟢

A White Wedding (art) [Hunt x F!OC] submitted by @theartoflovingthomashunt 💖

Above and Beyond [Hunt x F!MC] by @peonyblossom 💖

Forever in Love (art) [Hunt x F!OC] submitted by @theartoflovingthomashunt 💖

⟢Wake the Dead:⟢

An Ordinary Day [Eli x F!MC] by @jerzwriter💖

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All of my link posts for GTA V Online

Hello, I decided to make a post for my GTA V Online link posts. That way, I don’t have to copy & paste all of my links per GTA related posts, and this is because it always fails to save draft while I’m pasting.

My GTA V Online: Winning ‘Prize Cars’ from the Lucky Wheel:

• GTA V Online - My 1st prize car: Overflod Tyrant [Feb 24, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 2nd prize car: Vapid FMJ [Mar 2,2021]

• GTA V Online - My 3rd prize car: HVY Nightshark [Mar 17, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 4th prize car: Grotti Itali RSX [Apr 5,2021]

• GTA V Online - My 5th prize car: Annis RE-7B [Apr 24, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 6th prize car: Ubermacht Revolter [May 3rd, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 7th prize car: Declasse Drift Yosemite [May 16th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 8th prize car: Overflod Entity XXR [Jun 9th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 9th prize car: Enus Windsor Drop [Jun 26th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 10th prize car: Vapid Retinue Mk II [Jul 12th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 11th prize car: Lampadati Michelli GT [Aug 18th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 12th prize car: Dinka Veto Modern [Aug 21st, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 13th prize car: Vapid GB200 [Aug 28th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 14th prize car: Dundreary Landstalker XL [Sept 4th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 15th prize car: Truffade Adder [Sept 15th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 16th prize car: Principe Lectro [Sept 21st, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 17 prize car: Nagasaki Outlaw [Sept 27th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 18th prize car: Ubermacht Rebla GTS [Oct 2nd, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 19th prize car: Pegassi Zorrusso [Nov 21st, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 20th prize car: Grotti Visione [Nov 27th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 21st prize car: Pfister Growler [Dec 18th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 22nd prize car: Declasse Mamba [Dec 27th, 2021]

• GTA V Online - My 23rd prize car: Progen T20 [Jan 31st, 2022]

• GTA V Online - My 24th prize car: BF Club [Feb 15th, 2022]

• GTA V Online - My 25th prize car: Ubermacht Zion Classic [Mar 13th, 2022]

• GTA V Online - My 26th prize car: Annis Savestra [Apr 13th, 2022]

• GTA V Online - My 27th prize car: Overflod Entity XF [Jun 14th, 2022]

• GTA V Online - My 28th prize car: Enus Paragon R [Sept 1st, 2022]

• GTA V Online - My 29th prize car: Pegassi Tempesta [Sept 16th, 2022]

• GTA V Online - My 30th prize car: Coil Cycle [Sept 24th, 2022]

•GTA V Online - My 31st prize car: Truffade Thrax [Oct 24th, 2022]

• GTA V Online - My 32nd prize car: HVY Insurgent [Jan 11th, 2023]

• GTA V Online - My 33rd prize car: Dinka Jester RR [Jan 16th, 2023]

• GTA V Online - My 34th prize car: Ocelot Pariah [Feb 2nd, 2023]

• GTA V Online - My 35th prize car: Pegassi Infernus Classic [Mar 22nd, 2023]

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My GTA V Online Video: Halloween Week 2021:

• Halloween Week - Part 1 (Oct 28, 2021)

• Halloween Week - Part 2 (Oct 29, 2021)

• Halloween Week - Part 3 (Oct 30, 2021)

• Halloween Week - Part 4 (Nov 1, 2021)

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My GTA V Online Video: Los Santos Tuners (2021):

• Part 1 (Recorded: Jul 21, 2021)

• Part 2 (Recorded: Jul 21, 2021)

• Vapid Clique w/ “Cliquemas Clique” Livery Review - Part 1 [Dec 28, 2021]

• Vapid Clique w/ “Cliquemas Clique” Livery Review - Part 2 (Final) [Dec 28, 2021]

• Ocelot Ardent w/ “Deck the Halls” Livery Review [Jan 4, 2022]

• Albany Roosevelt (Valentine’s Day Special) Review [Feb 13, 2022]

• Truffade Nero Review [Feb 28, 2022] (Recorded: Feb 22, 2022)

• Dewbauchee Rapid GT Classic Review [Mar 3, 2022]

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My GTA V Online - My after Lucky Wheel Review:

• Vapid FMJ Custom Review [Mar 2, 2022]

• HVY Nightshark Review [Mar 17, 2022]

• Overflod Tyrant Review [Mar 24, 2022]

• Grotti Itali RSX Review [Apr 3, 2022]

• Annis RE-7B Review [Apr 30, 2022]

• Ubermacht Revolter [May 3, 2022]

• Declasse Drift Yosemite [May 16th, 2022]

• Overflod Entity XXR [Jun 9th, 2022]

• Enus Windsor Drop [Jun 26th, 2022]

• Lampadati Michelli GT [Aug 18th, 2022]

• Dinka Veto Modern [Aug 21st, 2022]

• Vapid GB200 [Aug 28th, 2022]

• Dundreary Landstalker XL [Sept 4th, 2022]

• Truffade Adder [Sept 16th, 2022]

• Principe Lectro [Sept 21st, 2022]

• Nagasaki Outlaw [Sept 27th, 2022]

• Ubermacht Rebla GTS [Oct 2nd, 2022]

• Pegassi Zorrusso [Nov 21st, 2022]

• Pfister Growler [Dec 17th, 2022]

• Progen T20 [Jan 31st, 2023]

• BF Club [Feb 15th, 2023]

• Ubermacht Zion Classic [Mar 13th, 2023]

• Annis Savestra [Apr 13th, 2023]

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My GTA V Online: Festivity Holidays (2021):

• Christmas Eve Today Selfies: Part 1 [Dec 24, 2021]

• Christmas Eve Today Selfies: Part 2 [Dec 24, 2021]

• Snowball weapon demonstration & Christmas music Easter Egg [Dec 27, 2021]

• Vapid Clique w/ “Cliquemas Clique” Livery Drive Test [Dec 28, 2021]

• More Christmas Snapmatic Snapshots [Dec 29, 2021]

• EVEN MORE Christmas Snapmatic Snapshots [Dec 30, 2021]

• My Final Christmas Snapshots [Jan 5, 2022]

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GTA V Online - Halloween 2022:

• Collecting Halloween Jack O’ Lanterns - Part 1 [Oct 17, 2022]

• Collecting Halloween Jack O’ Lanterns - Part 2 [Oct 17, 2022]

• Snaping UFO Sightings - Part 1 [Oct 29, 2022]

• Snaping UFO Sightings - Part 2 (Final) [Oct 30, 2022]

• Collecting Halloween Jack O’ Lanterns - Part 3 (Peyote Hallucination) [Recorded: Oct 18, 2022]

• Collecting Halloween Jack O’ Lanterns - Part 4 (Peyote Hallucination) [Recorded: Oct 18, 2022]

• Collecting Halloween Jack O’ Lantern Pumpkins [200 Pumpkins] - Part 5 (Final) [Recorded: Oct 18, 2022]

• Halloween UFO Sightings - Abduction (Final Plus) [Oct 30 - 31, 2022]

• Late Halloween 2022 - Sasquatch little playthrough [Nov 3, 2022]

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My GTA V Online Random Snapshot/Screenshot/Video:

• Shooting Range at my Bunker [Oct 7, 2021]

• My Oppressor Mk II is floating [Jul 9, 2022]

• Open Wheel Race Off Course Bug [Jul 23, 2022]

• Trapped at the Prize Ride (after updating new DLC) [Jul 27, 2022]

• The Criminal Enterprises update: Luxury Autos & Simeon’s Premium Deluxe Motorsport “Sprunk Edition” [Sept 6, 2022]

• The Criminal Enterprises update: Luxury Autos & Simeon’s Premium Deluxe Motorsport “eCola Edition” [Sept 12, 2022]

• The Gun Van & the Railgun debut in Online [Jan 13th, 2023]

• G’s Cache & Stash House [Mar 5th, 2023]

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GTA V Online - Arena Wars:

• Arena Workshop - Cutscene & Inside Tour [Nov 17th, 2022]

• My first RC Bandito Time Trial [Nov 17th, 2022]

• RC Bandito Review [Nov 17th, 2022]

• My second RC Bandito Time Trial [Nov 21, 2022]

• My third RC Bandito Time Trial [Nov 24th, 2022]

• My fourth RC Bandito Time Trial [Dec 5th, 2022]

• My fifth RC Bandito Time Trial [Dec 9th, 2022]

• My sixth RC Bandito Time Trial [Dec 14th, 2022]

• My seventh RC Bandito Time Trial [Dec 23rd, 2022]

• My eight RC Bandito Time Trial [Jan 2nd, 2023]

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GTA V Online - Festivity Holidays (2022):

• Festivity Holidays 2022 - Snowmen Collectibles (Part 1) [Dec 24th, 2022]

• Festivity Holidays 2022 - Snowmen Collectibles (Part 2) [Dec 24th, 2022]

• Festivity Holidays 2022 - Snowmen Collectibles (Part 3) [Dec 24th, 2022]

• Festivity Holiddays 2022 - Snowmen Collectibles (Part 4) [Dec 24th, 2022]

• Festivity Holidays 2022 - Snowmen Collectibles (Part 5 - Final) [Dec 24th, 2022]

• Festivity Holidays 2022 - Snowmen Collectibles - Fail to Collect [Dec 24th, 2022]

• Festivity Holidays 2022 - Test Drive at Simeon’s Premium Deluxe Motorsport [Dec 25th, 2022]

• (Late) Festivity Holidays (2023) - Weazel Plaza Shootout Random Event [Jan 3rd, 2023]

• My Last Snowy Day (Supposedly) [Jan 5th, 2023]

• Throwing Snowballs [Jan 6th, 2023]

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GTA V Online - My Weaponized Vehicle Review:

• Mammoth Avenger [Dec 29th, 2022] - [CLICK ME! First Half], [CLICK ME! Second Half]

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GTA V Online - Leftover vehicles Review:

• Dewbauchee Vagner [Feb 8th, 2023]

• Annis S80RR [Mar 29th, 2023]

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mldrgrl · 3 years

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Love is in the Air

by: mldrgrl Rating: PG Summary: Just a little fluff for Valentine’s Day set in season 7

He can picture her in her apartment, probably in her sweats and a t-shirt, probably with her hair clipped back to wash her face, or maybe her face is already damp and smells like the peppermint scrub she uses to remove her make-up at the end of the day. She’s probably in the kitchen, sorting through the Lean Cusines in her freezer, trying to decide which one to pop into the microwave.

Five minutes ago, he asked her for just about the 100th time if she was really sure she didn’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day tonight. After insisting that it wouldn’t even be possible to get a last minute reservation, even if she wanted to go out, and to be clear, she does not want to go out, she treats him to the same arguments she’s already given him 99 times before. Commercialization. Roman feasts. Conflicting origin stories. Should change the name to Hallmark Day. Blah blah blah. He umhms and uhhuhs her with his cell phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, shifting a grocery bag from one arm to the other to free up his hands.

“...and now it’s been commercialized to the point of no longer even being romantic, which as I’ve already pointed out, wasn’t even the intent to begin with, so if you really-”

“Uh huh. Do me a favor, Scully, open your door.”

“What?”

“Open your door.”

He ends the call before she can reply and it’s a few moments before he hears the bolts and chains slide free and she opens the door. He was right about the sweats and t-shirt and right about the clips in her hair. Her face is shiny and pink and freckled, so she’s already scrubbed and he detects a hint of peppermint.

“Mulder?”

He holds up a bouquet of roses to her. “Happy Hallmark Day,” he says.

“Mulder…” Her cheeks take a rosy hue and she dips her chin as she takes the roses. He can tell she’s trying not to smile.

One by one, he takes items from his paper bag and fills her arms. A heart-shaped box of chocolates, a white teddy bear holding a red heart, a small pink heart-shaped balloon on a stick, a box of conversation hearts and a wrapped sugar cookie with pink frosting. Finally, he folds her fingers around the neck of a bottle of wine. She’s laughing by the time he finishes and shuffles backwards so he can come inside.

He follows her to the kitchen where she leans over to unload all the gifts in her arms. He leans over as well behind her to drop the empty paper bag and then wrap his arms around her middle and kiss her cheek.

“You know you didn’t have to do all this,” she says, turning her head back towards him. He cranes his neck and muffles her words with kisses. If she’s going to say anything else, it fades with her chuckles.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asks, rubbing her hips with his hands and rubbing his nose into her cheek.

She groans. “Please, don’t tell me you actually have reservations somewhere and I need to get dressed.”

“I would never insist you get dressed. In fact if I ever even suggest such a thing, you’ll know I’m a shape-shifter. I just thought we might order a heart-shaped pizza to complete the theme.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“I don’t care,” he whispers into her hair. Her head rolls back against his shoulder. “I don’t care if it’s commercial and I don’t care if it’s loosely based on some ancient Pagan ritual or if it was created by Hallmark to boost card sales. Oh, that reminds me, I got you a card.”

He pats her hips and stands back and she gives a little whimper of disappointment before she turns and grasps the lapels of his leather jacket. “Show me later,” she says, tugging him back towards her.

“But, it’s got Snoopy on it and everything. I think he’s holding up a little sign that says ‘Be Mine’ or something like that.”

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.”

“No, that’s not what it says.”

Scully laughs and tugs on Mulder’s jacket again. He grins and brings his arms around her again, squeezing her tight. He’s about to kiss her when there’s a knock on the door. She frowns and lets go of his jacket.

“I swear to god, if that’s a singing telegram…” she says over her shoulder as she walks away from him.

He’s already got his wallet out. The pizza is right on time.

The End

#i wrote this #xf fanfic #msr #humor #fluff #valentine's day

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fomoclubmember · 2 years

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Voldemort, staring heavily at Harry: ....

Harry, staring back with equal heaviness: ....

Bellatrix, to Voldemort: turn the intensity down a few notches, Rochester. You can ask your Jane out normally.

Voldemort, shocked in parseltongue: what do you mean ask out?!!

Bellatrix: well you are not being exactly subtle are you, Mr Darcy? I can see the roses behind your back very clearly, thank you very much.

Harry, gaping like a fish out of water: Wha-

@hxuse-xf-black

#hxuse-xf-black #valentine's day #moldy voldy #voldy is anything but normal #but he can try #harry is like a clueless oblivious owl #adorable owl tho #harry potter #lord voldemord #soft! voldy #bellatrix black #bella being a know it all bitch as usual #incorrect hp quotes #incorrect bellatrix lestrange quotes

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debbierhea · 4 years

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proximity - chapter 3

wc: 1130 / tw: alcohol mention / msr, ust, season 4, cancer arc

summary: they don’t do this.

(chapter 1 / chapter 2)

i abandoned this story in 2017 (twenty fucking seventeen I KNOW), but i got the itch to write again and this idea wouldn’t leave me alone. more to come - hopefully sooner than 2023, but no promises.

i love constructive criticism or just comments in general! feel free to message me here or find me (and my other writing) on ao3 here and leave me a comment.

It’s a soft kiss, innocent, quasi-platonic, minus the fire burning between her legs and in his heart. He’s afraid to move, afraid to shatter this perfect moment in the back of a cab, afraid of waking up.

Scully is not.

She is fueled by fire and alcohol and the tumor between her eyes. The tumor that’s stealing precious moments of her life away, in memory and measure - her sense of smell, her appetite, her favorite satin pillowcase. And she’ll be damned if she lets it take her chance at love. Her chance with him.

Scully’s hands are in his hair, tongue in his mouth, and her heart on her sleeve when the cabbie pulls up to their hotel. He clears his throat and Scully, always practical, pulls away first. They’re both breathing heavily, his puffs of breath landing against her cheek, hers against his. Their eyes meet and she can’t stop the smile or the blush that blooms across her face. She giggles, and Mulder smiles back as she lets her forehead fall to his chest, hiding all the delight and embarrassment and self-consciousness one feels after a first kiss.

She feels him fumbling for his wallet. He passes a few bills to the driver and brings his free hand to rest on her back, between her delicate shoulder blades, more prominent than they have ever been, but he doesn’t mention it, simply slides his warm hand up and down her back.

He leans into her further, whispers, “Scully, we’ve got to go.”

She sighs into his jacket, laughing and nodding. He smells so damn good and she thinks to herself that she could stay here all night, in his arms in the back of this dingy cab. But she isn’t that lucky and that isn’t how life works. She takes in a deep breath, sighs, and draws her head away from the safe haven that is his broad, muscled chest.

He’s looking at her, eyes sleepy but sparking with mischief and lust and one too many glasses of boozy, tannic wine. The corners of his mouth flicker, a shy smile spreading from ear to ear. Then, his eyes fall to his lap, the cracked leather of the passenger seat, a used cigarette, burnt and crumbling into the stained carpet. It’s his turn to feel heat rise to his face, feel the improbable joy and jubilance and dread of permanently crossing this invisible boundary they’ve constructed between them. Feel the weight of it wash over him, run through him.

Her manicured hand reaches out, falters, just barely. A quaver so slight, there and gone almost before he can register its existence, like so many of the beasts and ghosts and little grey men he’s chased over the years, that he would have dismissed the idea outright if he didn’t know how swiftly and decisively she moves. Always graceful, always confident, even in these past months, blood leaking from her nose, a constant ache behind her eyes. She doesn’t just face the world, she confronts it. But her hand, it halted its movement for a single heartbeat, less, before resting gently on his chest.

This is how he knows she feels it too.

The cabbie throws the car into park, lifts his foot off of the brake, sick of holding pressure on the pedal. The car jerks with the abrupt movement. He says nothing, looks out of his window, clearing his throat once more.

Their moment cracked, but not completely broken, Scully pats his sternum once, without lifting her palm, just those thin, delicate, impossibly skilled fingers. Moving her focus from where her hand can feel the steady cadence of his compassionate and so deeply abused heart to his eyes, she rubs a gentle circle on his chest and nods her head towards the door.

“Thanks for the lift,” Mulder throws to the front seat, voice catching in his throat.

“Yeah.” Unimpressed.

The door clicks open and Mulder’s warm thigh leaves hers. She’s no longer flush with his sturdy frame. Sangria pulses through her veins, but she knows that even if she hadn’t had three glasses on an empty stomach, she would still feel the loss of contact as deeply as she does in this moment. She’s felt it in her bones, stone cold sober, when he’s standing just inches from her. Close enough to touch, but she’s so rarely brave enough to reach out.

He can hear her skirt slip across the seat behind him, rustling softly, and then something brushes his pinky. Scully catches his left hand loosely with her right as he begins to slide out of the open door. He keeps her hand in his, helps her from the cab. She thinks her glances to his face are stealthy.

Painfully earnest, he thinks.

Their hands stay joined as she reaches back and pushes the cab door closed. She keeps darting looks his way as their cab merges back into the flow of traffic; he can feel nervousness radiating through her palm against his, growing and shifting into a cloud, much like the car exhaust that now floats around them, ephemeral. Her heels click on cracked pavement, irregular at times as she sways on alcohol softened legs. It’s beginning to fester, all the signs are there. Shoulders tensing, almost imperceptibly, a slight purse to her wine stained lips. She’s only a few steps (two of his, five of hers) from starting to close off, fold in on herself, regret finally, finally reaching for him. He can feel her gaze on him once again, sees them out of the corner of his eye.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

Her hand begins to slacken. This won’t do at all.

As the automatic doors of their hotel slide open, artificially chilled air pours out around them, chilling the sweat on his upper lip, on her delicately curved brow. He leans towards her, bumping his shoulder into hers, lacing their fingers together, all in one fluid motion.

She smiles, sweet and soft and dazzling. A rare smile, a genuine grin, full of teeth and dimples. She shows it to the ground and then turns it on him. He doesn't turn to her, though. He knows it’s too bright of a smile for the dark, muggy night that surrounds them. His eyes have adjusted to the evening light and he knows seeing her smile, that special and enigmatic smile, an X File in its own right, will blind him.

He squeezes her hand instead. She squeezes back.

They take the final steps into the hotel lobby and the doors slide shut behind them.

They don’t do this, yet here they are, fingers still entwined, now on the other side of this swampy, Florida hamlet.

They don’t do this.

But maybe they should.

⬅️ chapter 2

#yes it's 12:29 am on valentine's day and i haven't written a Thing in 3 years wHAT ABOUT IT #xf fanfic #x files fanfic #msr #mulder x scully #mulder and scully #cancer arc #x files #txf #my fic #proximity #msrlibraryboost #today-in-fic

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audiofanficpod · 4 years

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An MSR Valentine's Day

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