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[villainsimpqueen]

this headcanon is a healing balm on my heart

Since it’s all but confirmed that Lute loved Adam, I think before, she was content with not being Adam’s lover, even him never knowing, because the way their relationship was by itself was good enough for her, as long as he’s still in her life. (but since he’s not anymore, she’s crashing tf out and honestly I would too)

So if you’re his S/O, even if you haven’t known him for as long as she has, all you’ve gotta do really is earn her trust (which doesn’t come easy for her) and respect, and yall are cool. If Adam really loves you (and she can tell) and you give it back in kind, then she likes you, because if you’re important to him then you’re important to her too.

See i definitely feel this, But I also feel like she would take you as a threat as well.

A threat for taking him away, Taking his time away, which limits how much she gets to see him.

But im the end she can not hate you, even as much as she wants too, she can't. She didnt take her chances in fear that it would ruin her friendship with him.

You however, Took your chance if it was you who came onto him. Or Adam who came onto you. And fuck if its serious? If Adam constantly going out his way to make time for you out of his busy schedule? Or your going out the way to see him with his busy schedule?

Like you coming to his office with lunch for the both of you and you even went out the way to bring her a meal too. Because you had been raised right and couldn't eat infront of someone, because you were taught if you eat everyone eats? Or the times you would include lute to certain things tou and Adam were doing. Course if it was serious date, you or him wouldn't have invited her. But doing things where groups were most common and you had invited her and a few other excorist to come?

How could she hate you?

Especially the way yoh make Adam genuinely happy? How could she hate the person who makes the one person she loves so happy?

it'd a double edge sword.

It hurts her that you had just appeared and took his attention, stole his heart and was rebuilding it, making it strong. Something SHE wanted to be the one to do so.

And Yet the thought of seeing Adams utter devastation and heartbreak if he lost you, would be something she couldn't bare seeing. Especially if he started talking about proposing or even fathoming the possibility of having a family with you.

"Its rare for winners to have children sir."

"Yea! R a r e, but not impossible! But shit even if that doesn't work, theres like TONS of fucking kids that pass through here. I wouldn't mind raising like......Fuck.......Realistically I could do like sixty.....Done that shit before.....But preferably like Twenty. Max."

".......Sir thats a bit of high number for an average family."

"What the shit is an average family?"

"...Two children, sometimes three...."

"................What."

While Poor you nearly fell out when Lute would have told you that tale over a girl lunch. Something you had invited her out because you wanted to try out a new café that was opened. See your flabbergasted face and the way you held her hand thanking her for talking dowm her 'Insane' friend, she couldn't help but to smile.

"I love the man.....But he is out of his fucking mind."

"I entirely agree."

[slippinmickeys]

Keva sent me a Funfetti prompt on Bluesky, which was fun because it was just a picture. Of...you'll see.

A February day like the world cracked open, crystalline and pure. There was snow in the air, there was frost on the glass. 

“Gonna need to replace those windows,” said Mulder into his pillow, though Scully couldn’t help but admire the paisley hoar, the delicate whorl of paper thin crystals. “Item 161 on the Shit The House Needs List.”

“You’re the one who begged to buy this house, Mulder,” she reminded him, rolling toward him and shoving her feet under the warm meat of his legs. From beside the bed, the baby monitor hissed quietly.

“You agreed to it.”

“The price was right.” 

“I paid for it.”

“It’s only redeeming quality,” she said jauntily, rolling closer to him and pushing the cold tip of her nose into his neck. “And now you get to pay for its upkeep.”

The first eleven months of William’s life had been a slow merging of their individual ones, until the night of Mulder’s fortieth birthday when he wondered aloud why he was still paying for his apartment when he hadn’t set foot in it in months. Upon blowing out the candles on his Snoball, he declared the desire to buy them all a house. 

She pressed a kiss into his skin. “It’s hideous,” she murmured into him. 

“It’s got good bones.”

“It’s got zero curb appeal.”

“There are cathedrals everywhere for those with the eyes to see,” Mulder said, then rolled over quickly, pinning Scully beneath him in one slick move. 

She looked up at him with surprise. With interest. 

“I won’t sit idly by while you lay there and burgle my warmth,” he said, a sly grin creeping up one cheek. 

“I was once told that the best way to regenerate body heat was to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with somebody else who is already naked.”

Mulder smiled. “Sleeping bags aren’t necessary Scully, I intend to get lucky,” he said, lowering his mouth to the curve where her neck met her shoulder. She felt the flick of his tongue. 

And then from the baby monitor, the dulcet tones of “Dada! Dada!”

They both groaned, and Mulder thunked his head into Scully’s shoulder. 

“Well…” she said, giving his back a conciliatory rub. “Maybe tonight.”

Mulder lifted his head. 

“Here me out,” he said. “I think we have time.” He thrust himself almost experimentally against her once. 

Scully considered for a moment, turned her head so she could better hear the smaller noises William was making over the baby monitor when:

“DadadadaDADADA!”

Mulder fell to Scully’s side in defeat. 

“I’ll keep the bed warm for you,” she said, checking to make sure she didn’t need to change into a different pajama top for easier nursing. 

Mulder made a whining sound. 

“Why do I have to go when it’s you he wants?”

“He’s not calling for me,” Scully said innocently. He was one hundred percent correct. The boy would be thrilled to see his father walk into his nursery, but the second Scully came into view, he would attempt to tip himself out of his father’s arms with all the strength he could muster until he found himself in his mother’s.

“‘Dada’ is the only word he can say.”

“A fact I recall you bragging about to anyone within earshot for the better part of the last week.”

“Scully…” he whined. 

“To the victor go the spoils,” she said, and shimmied herself further under the covers. 

Knowing he was fighting a losing battle, Mulder rose from the bed and quickly donned sweats and a tee shirt, shuffling out of their bedroom in a leather pair of slippers ‘William’ had gotten him for Christmas. 

“Good morning!” Scully heard him say good-naturedly over the monitor before she leaned over and switched it off, smiling to herself. 

A few minutes later Mulder came shuffling back in carrying their son, who squealed happily upon seeing his mother. 

“Good morning, William!” she said with a happy smile. 

As they approached her side of the bed, Mulder grinned. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mom,” he said, then turned to look importantly at their son. “Want to give her her present?” 

“Da!” the baby babbled, and leaned out of Mulder’s arms and into Scully’s. 

Scully sat him on her lap briefly, and in the hand that had been tucked into Mulder’s side appeared a small red and yellow plushie that went directly into his mouth. 

“My goodness!” Scully exclaimed happily. “What’s this?” 

Mulder flopped into the bed next to them and propped himself up on an elbow.

William took the opportunity to tilt himself forward and reach for Scully’s top. 

“Breakfast first, huh?” she said, and adjusted both baby and herself so the boy could nurse. 

He waved the plushie about as he latched, and Scully finally got a good look at it. 

“Wait,” she said. “Mulder is that a…” She turned to look at him and he grinned. 

The plushie was a bee. Slightly anthropomorphized with an adorable chubby face, smile, and antenna, holding a heart that said “BEE MINE” in looping cursive. 

“You’re kidding.” She turned to Mulder, who chuckled. “Where’d you two find this?”

“The grocery store,” he answered airily.

“My Valentine’s Day gift is from the grocery store?” Mock outrage. 

“Your birthday is in nine days and I’ve got a mortgage to pay,” Mulder breezed. “Besides, he really liked it.”

“That much is apparent,” Scully said, looking down at her son who was happily suckling, his hand wrapped around the bee in a death grip. 

“You like it?” 

“It’s charming,” she answered. “And as inside jokes go, it’s very…you.” 

Mulder leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek and then one to the side of William’s head. “I think of it less as an inside joke and more a message of devotion.” 

She quirked a look at him. 

“I’d go to the ends of the earth for you, Scully,” he said simply, then rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, leaving her in a state of rather stunned emotional tumult. 

She sat in silence for a moment, her equilibrium shaken. Mulder chose that moment to bring her back to herself.

“Oh,” he said, reappearing in the doorway with a toothbrush sticking half out of his mouth. “Be careful. I think it’s got a lot of drool on the one antenna.”

[ask-thebig3]

Rewrite: "I'm not sure what THAT achieved, but your wish was granted, I guess.."

[like-you-it-makes-no-sense]

i was tagged by my amazing mutual friend @detectivemagnum 🥹💜 thank you!! 🫂

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Glowing in the dark my FBI fanfic (ao3)

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[jaxapologist]

The way I saw someone immediately hate Pomni for her and Jax messing with Zooble on the Daisy Bell song made me laugh. What do you mean you hate Pomni because she was just having fun with the game? Hell, I think even Zooble had fun because they found something therapeutic to just actually do something without any repercussions. These characters are so complex and I am at least glad the majority of people understand that. The loud minority just makes them unbearable...

literally. Pomni is a grown woman who can make her own decisions, and they weren't even doing anything remotely awful? I was enjoying watching that scene because it geniunely felt like all three of them were committing to the game bit. it's so annoying to see people not understand that every single tadc character is complex and nuanced.

[lightningbutton]

Hiiii. I've seen people sending pictures of their cats so I am!

This is my kitty Faith!

She likes laying on my stuff when I need it.

AAAUWWEUWWWAUGEHAGHW!!!!!

[uniquethingtastemaker]

As a Rook fan do you ever get the sense he game-ifies the hunt rather than acknowledge the true danger behind it? It almost feels like a form of escapism for him, ironically using it to run from something deeper his mind. Sometimes it feels like he refuses to face the reality of deadly situations because it would shatter his carefully constructed model through which he interacts with the world.

Hmmmmm… Rook definitely sees it as a game, but he absolutely knows the danger behind it. Look at the recent Coral Sea Event. While the group was trying to catch crabs, he specifically said that even if it was small to not underestimate your opponent. Therefore, Rook is always cautious despite his over the top flair. The dramatic flair could also be a cover for his vigilance. If people underestimate him or don’t take him seriously, then he’ll have an easier time catching his prey. Plus, Rook has the skill and confidence to back up most of his behaviors. Besides, Rook gets genuinely excited when hunting and observing his prey. It helps fuel his more crafted persona. A mix of truth and lies creates the best facades.

As for running from something, I don’t think so. Rook is an individual who’s aware of his surroundings and himself. I don’t think he’s running from something. He knows himself. He knows his values and behaviors. He knows what he’s doing and is comfortable with that and his decisions. I think he can be a little lonely at times. However, he knows why he’s not revealing more personal aspects and is ok with that reality. Rook could tell people more about his personal life to grow closer to others but he intentionally doesn’t. He’s calculated that the risks outweighs the reward. What that is? It’s probably a mixture of his safety and others’ too. Whatever his family does is most likely powerful, far reaching, and dangerous. They have teleporting locations in all the countries. You have to get government clearance on that. Rook was dropped into a jungle for at least a month when he was 6. That’s not normal.

If anyone knows the danger of both the big and the small, it would be Rook. He’s always vigilant. Idk where this information came from in the game, but Ortho snuck up behind him and his heart rate either stayed the same or had one spike and that was it. Regardless, what he did is impressive. The two options are he knew Ortho was there without looking or has the ability to adjust his heart rate. We’ve seen the latter before in one of the Halloween events.

From my perspective, Rook knows the dangers of hunting and has the skill to play the game. He also has keen awareness of his surroundings and himself.

I’m so glad someone is coming in my inbox with character inquiries! So exciting! Thank u anon!

(Off my adhd meds when I wrote this. Hopefully it’s coherent lol)