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[baronessblixen]

Your page always brings a smile to my face ⚘

Thank you so much! What a sweet message to wake up to. This really means a lot. A lot, a lot, a lot. 

Thank you ❤

[softnow]

been thinking about paracosm all day, just wanted to show my love for this beautiful piece of art.

that’s so kind!! thank you so much :’)

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I want to believe.

[baronessblixen]

52 from the kiss prompts .)

52. AccidentallyWitnessed kiss

This got kind of long so more under the cut! Set in early season 2. 

Tagging @today-in-fic

In the last few weeks this has becomeher favorite, guilty pastime: watching Mulder. Scully rationalizes it away -missing him - in the beginning. The only solid, clear-cut reason being thatit's just the work she's missing and not him at all. That's what she tellsherself, at first. The thrill of it is gone. No more nighttime calls, no crazygoose chases. No monsters to be seen or to be caught. That's all she's missing.Isn't it? 

She goes to work at 9 am and leaves at5 pm, on the dot every day. Her life has a routine, is so predictable that shecan see her friends after work, can spend time with Ellen and her godson. Butshe misses it. She misses arguing with Mulder. The mental challenge every workday provides. She misses the sound of Mulder cracking sunflower seeds. Thecrunch of accidentally stepping on the empty shells, because he can't bebothered with them. She misses his smile. The way he invades her personalspace. The way… the truth is, and she hates to admit it to herself, she doesmiss Mulder, all of him. It's as simple as that.

She happens upon him by accident, thefirst time. It's early morning, before work. She wakes up just after sunrisewith the cheap romance novel she's been reading the night before nestled nextto her like a sleepy lover. Sighing, she puts on her exercise gear and goes outinto the crisp spring air. 

At first she doesn't believe it'sMulder. Why would Mulder be here, where she lived? But she watches him, theman, circling the running track and there's no mistaking it. Mulder. Her legsslow down, as does her breathing. For a while she watches him from behind thefence, feeling like a spy. Not once does he stop or slow down. Mulder is in hisown world – or trying to escape it. She watches until she begins to feelchilly, her skin covered in tiny goose bumps. That is the first time watchinghim. It's not her last.

Scully doesn't do it every day and shedoesn't tell Mulder, doesn't ask him why he is there at all. They don't speakmuch as it is. If she mentions it and he stays away... these days, she cannotrisk losing another part of him. Right or wrong, the few times she watches himlike this belong to her. A guilty pleasure she tucks neatly away in her mind,in her life. Once or twice he's not there; when she sees strangers on thetrack, her heart squeezes painfully, constricts. The need to see him, study himin an unguarded moment, overwhelming her time and again. 

Sunday. 

She hasn't seen Mulder in days. Long, excruciatingdays. They've talked on the phone, neither of them able to cut the cord, justhang up and move on. Scully wakes early, her body unable to find rest in the unusualpre-summer heat. As she puts on her exercise clothes in solemn steps as thoughit were a religious ritual, she listens to the weather forecast on the radio.Scully grimaces and puts her hair up in a messy ponytail. She regards her facein the mirror, freckled and refreshed. Get excited for a taste of summer! Theradio host boasts and Scully sighs. 

The city is still half asleep when shejogs through the streets, the sun tickling her skin. There's not a cloud in thesky as it smiles down at her in a perfect blue. Sweat breaks out on herforehead as the running track comes into sight like a Fata Morgana. Scullypants, uncertain if she's been too quick, her lungs unable to catch up. Or ifit's the thought of seeing Mulder again, finally. 

They're alone, onceagain. It's just Mulder running in circles, Scully close by, behind the fence,watching him. The metal digs into her skin as she grips it tightly, barelyrealizing. Her eyes follow Mulder. She thinks she can hear him, is convincedshe can smell him. His salty, sweaty skin. What would it feel like if shetouched it? What would he taste like if she dared? Her thoughts make her gasp,add another layer of pink to her flushed cheeks.

She's allowed herself these transgressionsbefore, dreaming about him. In the safety of her own apartment, in the night,when no one could suspect her, reprimand her. This now, this is new. Thisdesire. This lust. Scully licks her dry lips quickly, her eyes staying withMulder. A soft breeze sends a whiff of sun-warmed Tartan turf her way, remindingScully of high school, of first times. Crushes and other kinds. What wouldhappen, she wonders, if she stopped watching from the sidelines? What wouldhappen if she joined him?

Mulder stops. He doesn't slow down,just stops. His hands on his thighs, he catches his breath. He wipes sweat fromhis brow and then, easily and without haste, turns around as if he's known all along.His body is still as he stands there on the running track. The sun obscures thescene, but she knows he is looking at her. She feels the heat of him on herskin, everywhere. 

Scully doesn't move. He walks towardsher, but she stands there, waiting. 

"Hey." Mulder says when hereaches her. They're still separated, the fence between them. He steps closerand puts his hands on the chain-link fence, his fingers clasping the metal andsneaking through the diamonds as if reaching out to her as tentatively as hecan muster.

"Hi." 

"You're out early."

"So are you." Mulder shrugs."Not many people here this time of day." 

"No. It's nice." They bothfall quiet. Mulder takes another step forward, one of his hands coming closerto hers. She feels his warmth and wants to touch it, him. She doesn't dare.They can barely talk to each other. How would they do anything else?

"What are you doing here,Scully?"

"I was out running. What are youdoing here, Mulder? You don't live here." He shrugs again.

"I'm thinking of moving to FoxhallVillage. Or is that too much on the nose?" Mulder chuckles, obviouslyproud of his own joke. "Had to check out the neighborhood first. See whatit's like. If it's safe. You know how it is."

"Mulder..."

"I like it here." He sayssimply, looking at her. His eyes are intense, shimmer. She wonders if it'sbecause he's been working out or... "You like it, too, don't you?"

"Huh?"

"The neighborhood."

"I live here, Mulder." 

"I see. You come here often."It's not a question and their eyes meet. She should have known. She shouldhave. Mulder, like her, is a trained investigator.

"You...knew?"

"Seen you around." He grinsboyishly, gives her a soft, quick laugh. 

"I'm sorry, Mulder. Ishould-"

"Who did you like in high school,Scully?" She glances at him, less shyly now, but confused. "The trackand field guys? The soccer boys? Or did you not go for jocks at all? I couldsee you falling for the nerdy kind." Scully licks her lips again andMulder watches her, doesn't even pretend not to. 

"Swimmers." She says, daringhim to look at her. 

"I swim."

"I know."

"Ever watch me swim,Scully?" 

"No, Mulder. Can't say that Ihave." Her face betrays her, shows that she's been thinking about it.Quite a lot. But she's not seen it, him. She can imagine the play of hismuscles as he plunges into the water. The gentle splash of the waves against thepool as he swims his laps one after the other.

"So do you only watch me or-"

"Mulder." His fingers sneakinto her diamond now and graze hers. They're warm, sweaty. The touch is hesitant,a question. "You know the answer."

"I do." His face draws closerand they both giggle as his nose brushes against the metal. But then his mouthis there, his lips dancing against hers. It's awkward as they tilt their headsthis way and that, never quite finding the right angle.

"What in the..." The voice isnot loud, but deep, surprised. They jump apart like teenagers, caught in theact. Scully wipes her mouth as Mulder keeps his hand on her other one throughthe fence. He's not letting go.

"Sir." He gives Skinner, cladin tight running shorts and fitting shirt, a nod. "I didn't know you livedclose by."

"Obviously."He eyes them both, scrutinizes them. Then his whole face softens and the cornerof his mouth twitches. "Look, you two can do whatever you want. It is nolonger my business. Just..." Skinner makes a hand gesture before he turnsto Mulder. "She deserves better than this." It's a friendly reminderof where they are, who they are. Skinner gives them a stern look in parting,professional as always. He starts jogging and Scully follows his gracefulmovements until Mulder tugs at her pinky. 

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Can I come around the fence? Trythis again?" When she nods, he grins and jogs the short way to the smalldoor. His steps slow when they're finally on the same side, nothing betweenthem.

Scully waits for his touch, his kiss.She wants and needs it. She moves closer and Mulder hesitates. He touches thehair in her ponytail, seems fascinated as it runs through his fingers like softsilk.

"My eyes are here, Mulder."Scully jokes and before she knows it, his mouth is back on hers. He tastessalty, but warm like the sun. She grabs his arms, feels his hot skin burn hers.He engulfs her, presses their bodies together. 

"Are you done watching?"Mulder asks into her mouth, his tongue playing with hers. 

"No," shewhispers as she licks his bottom lip, hungry for more of him, "I'll neverbe done."

[baronessblixen]

46 - first time prompt list (just cause I love your writing) .D

Thank you! Prompt was: First time they rented a movie together. This is probably notexactly what you wanted, but I couldn't get it out of my mind. Hope youenjoy anyway. 

Set after season 11. 

Tagging @today-in-fic

They look, Mulderrealizes with a sense of pride, like a normal, average family. They're nothingbut a set of parents and a sulking teenager a few steps behind them, staringinto a screen. Sure, if anyone were to look closely, they'd see the hint of ababy bump hiding under Scully's sweater. They might wonder about their ages;their hair speckled with grey, their eyes conveying all they've seen in thislong, exhausting life. But no one is paying them any attention. Right here,right now, they're nothing special, nothing much to look at – and Mulder lovesit.  

These past few weeks, almost threemonths, have been nothing but normal and slow. The pregnancy is, against allodds, progressing smoothly and without complications. A few days after ithappened (they only refer to the night on the docks as 'it', an undefinedmoment in time, one they keep trying to forget), Jackson showed up at theirdoor. His hands deeply buried in his pockets, he was cold and shivering. Hiseyes red-rimmed from crying, he looked young and broken. They let him in andthen never let him go again. Weeks of good, healthy food and a haircut havetransformed the young man, who in many ways is still just a teenager. Mulderturns to him sometimes and he's no longer the lost boy he stumbled upon thatday; their son is found, is home.

"Can we go home now? I'mhungry." Jackson, looking up from his phone, says. Moments like these makehim look so much younger than his years. He brushes an invisible lock of hairoff his forehead, once again forgetting that his hair is much shorter now.Jackson looks at Mulder, then at Scully. 

"I think we're done here.Mulder?" He's just about to answer and say that yes, they can go home nowwhen he gets an idea. Without a word of explanation he walks towards the redbox that's captured his attention.  

"Why does he always do that?"Jackson's groan fades into the distance. Mulder stands in front of the DVDXpress Kioskand grins. A moment later Scully and their son join him. 

"Mulder?" 

"Scully, look." He is wellaware that he sounds excited as he points at the touch screen. His fingerpresses a button and small movie icons begin to dance over the display."You can rent DVDs".

"You can also use Netflix like anormal person." Jackson says while taking out his phone again. He stepsaway, pretends not to know them while still glancing over every once in a while. 

"Remember when there wereBlockbuster stores everywhere? You could just walk into one and get the latestmovies."

"I didn't know you cared so muchvideos," she leans closer to him and lowers her voice, "except forall those you claimed weren't yours." They grin at each other, chucklesoftly. There are still some of these tapes around the house; Mulder isnotoriously bad at throwing things away, even vintage porn from the 90s.  

"We never did this, Scully."He swipes along the titles, sees movies he's never even heard of. How are thesethings fresh and new? He squints his eyes, tries to recognize something orsomeone. He should have brought his glasses with him. 

"Did what?"

"Rent a movietogether." 

"I recall movie nights."Scully's eyes are soft, her expression warm. He recalls those nights, too. Onein particular. A quick glance over at their son, who is immersed in a digitalworld or maybe even making plans to have a movie night of his own. Netflix andchill, he'd call it. Mulder is thinking more along the lines of VHS and chill,back in the day. 

"Think they have Caddyshack?"Mulder chuckles. They have the movie at home, too. The tape is worn, old. Whenit seemed like the band wouldn't hold much longer, Mulder caved and bought the DVD.It was a comfort many nights when Scully was living her own life away from him.He'd think of that night while watching by himself in the darkness. He'd thinkof that one precious night when they watched that movie. Or rather didn't watchit. "But that's not... we never rented one together. Like acouple." 

"Mulder, we have DVDs athome." 

"I know," he sighs; shedoesn't get it, "but this. We never did this. We never strolled into aBlockbusters holding hands and sneaking kisses in the romance section. We neverfought about which movie to get and I never got to give in and let you pick themovie. We never did that. We never really got to be that kind of couple.Normal, you know?" Tears pool in her eyes as she tries to smile, her lipsquivering. The hormones. He keeps forgetting that the smallest notions make heremotional these days. Gently, he cups her cheeks and wipes away the two straytears that do escape.

"There are no more Blockbusterstores, Mulder." Now is not the time to tell her she's wrong. He doubtsshe'd want to travel to Alaska with him just to make this particular dream, thismissed opportunity a reality anyway. So he just nods, lets her believe she'sright.

"No, but there'sthis." He points to the red kiosk. Scully's expression is her famous 'youcan't be serious, Mulder' look he can't help but love. He grins sheepishly ather, takes her hand into his. "I know it's not the same, but… please renta movie with me tonight, Scully?"

"Mulder, you'recrazy."

“So you've toldme a million times. What do you say? It's Friday night and I think ouroffspring has other plans." Jackson makes noise that's half groan and halfaffirmation. "Please say yes, Scully. Please."

"Allright." Mulder grins before he leans down and kisses her softly.

"Can you guyslike not do that in public?" Jackson says looking around nervously."At least not when I'm around. You're not seriously going to rent a movie,are you?" When their son says it, the plan does sound crazy. As if thatcould stop Mulder, though.

"We are. Pickone, Scully."

"I thought it wasabout us renting one together." With a loud sigh, Jackson starts lookingthrough the selection. It goes too fast for Mulder to see anything. It's a blurof pictures and colors.

"Get thisone."

"The GreatestShowman?" Scully reads.

"You're going tolike it." Mulder shrugs, wonders briefly how his son would know that. Buthe doesn't question it. "It's like romantic and… stuff."

"Scully?"She nods and Mulder swipes his credit card. The kiosk beeps and rumbles beforeit spits out a DVD at them. "Nice." He says and picks it up, checksit out as if it were a piece of evidence.

"Can we go homenow, please?" 

"Yes."Scully answers and takes Mulder's hand to drag him away from the kiosk. Just incase he decides to get another movie. One is enough. Scully will most likelyfall asleep halfway through it. He might, too, if he's being honest. So one isdefinitely enough.

"Look, our firstrented movie." He says with pride in his voice, holding the DVD case upfor the whole world to see.

"You guys are soweird." Mulder watches as his son, now in front of them, types a quick textmessage to his girlfriend. He can't read it at all, but he catches 'parents','strange' and 'home'. That's who they are: strange parents with a peculiar son,a family with a home. The thought makes him happy. He's still grinning as theymake their way to the car. Scully's hand is in his, everything is fine. It'snormal, average. It's all he ever wanted.

[softnow]

Oh, hey yesterday was your birthday and I didn't see it until now when I was scrolling thru your page in search of a new fic (which is a real shame considering we share the same birthday). So happy belated birthday, hope you had and amazing day 🎈

Aww thanks, birthday twin. Hope yours was amazing too!

[baronessblixen]

You write such amazing stories. Do you read a lot? What kind of genre and authors are your favorites? - I'm in such a reading slump lately and that's horrible cause books and fics give me life 😄

Thank you :) I’m in a reading slump lately too as much as I love reading. I can no longer sit down and just read. I used to read like four or five books a week! I’m planning on reading more again. As for your question, the answer really is I used to read a lot. I still read a lot of fanfic but books? That’s harder. Hm, what do I like to read? It’s the same as with music: I like everything I like and dislike everything I don’t 😁 It’s mostly feel-good stuff. One of my favorite authors is Dorothy Koomson. I read every book she writes. Other than that I tend to just read the blurb and decide if I want to read it or not. 

Thank you for the question!

[leiascully]

beaboleyn replied to your post “You gonna do the @xfpornbattle?”

Is it weird that I'm having more fun reading the prompts than the actual fics? - An eternal question ��

Some of them are already half written!