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Day 19: holiday baking
Set in between “Hungry” and “Millennium”. Some playful UST. Tagging @today-in-fic
Messy
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought this was Dana Scully’s apartment.” Mulder, standing in front of her door, is grinning from ear to ear and obviously finding himself very funny. “Do you know where I can find her?"
"Why are you here, Mulder?” With her flying out to San Diego tomorrow morning, it can’t be for a case. They said goodbye yesterday at the office and part of her has been expecting a call from him all day. Now here he is in front of her door, like a present she didn’t ask for. A welcome one, though.
“I forgot to give you your Christmas present.”
“I thought we said no presents this year.” They say it every year and yet they end up exchanging gifts every time. Mulder shrugs and smiles sheepishly. “Come on in, then.”
“It smells good in here,” he says, taking off his coat. He’s wearing her favorite grey t-shirt and for a moment the sight throws her off.
“Cookies,” she says, looking at him. “I’m making cookies for my family.”
“Is that why you’re wearing that… thing?”
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Hey Scully!!!
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felt like doing something quick and colorful today
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The Taos Hum
Her cell rings at eleven forty-eight, while she’s cloistered in the steamy grotto of her bathroom, submerged in some hippie brew of jasmine oil and mineral salt that she bought at the farmer’s market. She flings water from her hand and dries her fingers in her hair before reaching over the side of the tub to retrieve it. She’s been expecting this. Expecting him.
The phone rings a few more times in her palm, and she’s relishing that delicious moment before hearing him, that sweet anticipation that she can feel in her teeth - and then she gives in, thumbing the little green icon.
“Scully,” she says into the receiver, trying not to sound like she’s purring. Three glasses of wine, and her muscles are hot and loose around her bones.
“Are you familiar with the Taos Hum?” Down the line, Mulder is such a presence that it’s as if he’s in the room with her, wiping steam off of the mirror with a finely-muscled forearm, dipping his hand between her knees to swirl the bathwater. Stop it, Dana. Don’t.
“Hmm. Vaguely.” Five days without him, and she misses him like a limb.
“For decades, residents of Taos, New Mexico, have been hearing a low frequency hum. Nobody seems to have been able to ascertain where it’s coming from, why it’s there, what it means."
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He’s an Oxford-educated psychologist.
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[Dukes Of Hazzard narrator voice] looks like them spook boys are at it again
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Saw this at a local coffee shop that had an arcade room in the back?!
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Also: don’t stigmatize HIV+ individuals because they all have different circumstances and might’ve gotten the virus from a variety of sources (sex, occupational, birth, blood transfusions in other countries).
HIV-related stigma remains a huge barrier to preventing HIV, and is linked to a low level of people testing for HIV.
The bad news is that Trump is cutting America’s spending on HIV year after year. He has taken steps to weaken the Affordable Care Act since coming to power.
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I wrote a Drabble! Who knows when I’ll post another ficlet? Tagging @today-in-fic. All of my works can be found on AO3.
Trading Heatwaves
summary: Our dynamic duo beating the heatwave at a bar.
Scully watched as the condensation drops glided down her tumbler glass creating a water ring on the bar counter, a cocktail napkin laid beside it dry, given too late by the bartender for her to care. A couple of ice cubes were slowly melting in the vodka soda she ordered. Beside her sat Mulder, his suit jacket and tie were long gone from the dead summer heat. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to expose his forearms that rested atop the counter. He raised his glass of local ale motioning Scully to do the same. She rolled her eyes instead of indulgently smiling, and lifted her glass to clink it against his.
“Mulder, why are we at a bar before noon?” she asked after she took a sip of her drink through the cocktail straw.
“Because we’re in the middle-of-nowhere, Nebraska, and we finished up our case. It calls for a celebratory drink as we watch the thermostat reach over 100 degrees today,” he answered. He took a healthy swig of his ale and motioned the bartender for another.
Scully arched an eyebrow as Mulder saluted the bartender with gratitude as a full glass ale was placed in front of him.
“The case wasn’t even a case, Mulder. It was a stupid teenage prank that fooled this town and you for agreeing to fly us here to investigate last-minute.”
“I didn’t force you to come, Scully.” There was a twinge of hurt laced in Mulder’s tone. Scully sighed as she watched him take a swig of his ale.
“You’re right. I came on my own accord. But, seriously, Mulder, of all the cases you decided to choose it couldn’t have been near a beach? You wanted us out of DC during the heatwave, only for us to get stuck in one anyways.”
“Why do you think we’re in a bar where there’s A/C?”
A loud, sputtering sound interrupted their conversation and the draft they had felt overhead suddenly stopped. A collective groan came from the other five patrons at the bar when the bartender announced the A/C unit stopped working.
“When’s our flight back to DC again?” Scully asked once she finished her vodka soda.
“Next flight out of here isn’t until tomorrow morning, unless you want us to drive three hours to Omaha to book a red-eye flight for tonight.”
“Let’s check ourselves out and drive to Omaha. At least there’ll be A/C in the car.”
Scully hopped off the bar stool as Mulder quickly withdrew some cash out of his wallet then downed the rest of his ale. She waited for him by the entrance mentally bracing herself for the wall of heat once she pushed open the door.
“I’m driving,” she declared as she walked toward the driver-side door. Mulder fluidly fished out the rental car key from his pant pocket and tossed it over the car to her.
“Love a woman who takes charge,” he quipped as he waited for her to unlock the doors. She smirked.
“Does this mean I can choose our next case without your input?”
They both entered the car at the same time. Mulder muffled a curse as he hit his left knee against the dashboard while Scully adjusted her the driver seat before buckling herself in.
“I wouldn’t go that far, Scully. Don’t we usually discuss the validity of the cases first?”
He pushed back the passenger seat as far as it could go before putting on his seatbelt. She clucked her tongue as she adjusted the rear and side view mirrors.
“That’s a damn shame. I would’ve chosen a non-case near Clearwater Beach and packed myself a two-piece to soak in some sun.”
She blasted on the A/C and turned up the radio then glanced over to catch Mulder’s incredulous expression. Without another word passed between them, she backed out of the small dirt parking lot and headed to the hotel.
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raise your hand if you reread fic comments when you’re having a bad day
those kind words can make all the difference sometimes
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How do you feel between kudos with a name and guest kudos? I know that a kudo is a kudo, but I can’t help but value more the ones that come with a user name. I recently wrote a smut fic and it’s was well received, but the amount of anonymous kudos is much greater than usual. Do people log out to leave kudos on smut?
I don’t know that I value them differently, but I do appreciate having a name that I can associate to the kudos. When I see a guest kudos on 5 different works, I like to think it’s the same person investigating my Archive. But when there’s a name there, then I know for sure - and that gives me a warm glow in my chest and a big smile on my face :)
As for logging out to kudos smut, some people do yes. Especially if they use the same name on AO3 that they use elsewhere online. They don’t want people from Twitter or Instagram finding them on AO3 and seeing that they read smut / exactly what kind of smut they read.
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