#i hope it turned out okay!

[baronessblixen]

Prompt (after Syzysy or whatever the name of that episode is, lol) --- "Something smells pretty good" Mulder said. "Well whatever it is, it's not my perfume!" Scully answered defensive.

Post-ep for Syzygy. Mulder and Scully are stranded and have to share a motel room.

Fictober Day 14 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,483

A Bit On The Nose

At one point Scully has to admit they’re lost. Well, she is. Mulder nods, visibly biting his lip to keep himself from saying something. He doesn’t have to open his mouth for her to know what he’s thinking. If he’d driven them, or if she’d listened to him, they wouldn’t be here now. Wherever here even is.

“There’s a motel over there.” Mulder points to a sign that reads ‘Lord’s Pinnacle Motel’, reminding her that they’re definitely not in Comity anymore.

Scully sighs and steers their car towards the deserted parking lot. Staying here is their best choice. They’re who knows how far away from the airport and they’ve missed their flight anyway. Tomorrow morning, one of them will book new flights while the other talks to Skinner and explains what happened. Scully can only hope that she herself understands the situation by tomorrow.

The further away from Comity they drove, the calmer she felt. And more embarrassed. Her behavior has been irrational, to say the least. But some feelings still linger. When she looks at Mulder and he cracks open a sunflower seed, something she should be used to, she can still recall the anger boiling in her veins.

She knows what it was, but she refuses to give it a name. Refuses to acknowledge it at all. But still, the image of Mulder and Detective White is carved in her mind. That woman on him. She shudders just thinking about it and only snaps out of it when Mulder throws her overnight bag at her feet.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, trotting off. Scully grabs her bag and follows him inside. The place is dimly lit and reeks of cold cigarette smoke. Her nose twitches in disgust but holding her breath is not an option.

“Two rooms please,” Mulder says.

“Can’t do,” the man at the reception desk says. “Can give you one room.”

“There are like two cars in the parking lot,” Mulder says. The guy behind the counter just shrugs.

“Take it or leave it.”

“We’ll take it,” Scully says, regretting it immediately. However, spending the night on the road is not a good idea. Mulder gives her a look and shrugs. He pays with their Bureau credit card and snatches the keys off the counter. Apparently, he packed his frustration and anger up in his bag and brought it with him.

Their room is surprisingly clean and roomy. There’s only one bed and no couch, which will pose a problem. Scully ignores it for the moment, checking out the bathroom. When she returns to the room, Mulder is on the bed – sans shoes, luckily – flipping through the TV channels. There’s a hint of a smile on his face, assuring her that maybe not all is lost.

“Never appreciated different channels more,” he says, looking at her. His expression doesn’t change. The smile stays, and the hope in her grows. But there’s something she has to do before they can put this behind them.

“I’m sorry, Mulder,” she says, defeated.

“We’ve stayed in worse places. Go take a shower. I’ll find us something to watch.”

After not talking to her at all on their drive here – despite reminding her that they were going the wrong way and her ignoring him – he’s chipper. Too much so.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know, but… let’s just forget about it. We’re here now and it could be worse. Right?” She nods before she locks herself in the bathroom.

Scully thinks about his behavior as she stands there in the shower, her eyes closed. The water is hot, almost scalding her. She needs it. She scrubs her skin, needing to wash off what happened in Comity. What she did and what she saw.

Her jealousy is not something she thinks about a lot. She never talks about it. It’s something she’s buried deep, deep down inside of herself. Melissa knew about it, of course, and liked to make fun of it. She called it her irrational streak. There’s no reason to feel jealous. Mulder can be interested in whomever he pleases. She grimaces. But does it have to be Detective White?

Scully stays in the shower until the water runs cold. She towels herself off and puts on her pajamas, feeling almost normal. Mulder has picked a movie and has changed into more comfortable clothes. He glances at her, taking her in, as she emerges from the bathroom.

“All yours,” she says. “I fear I might have used all the hot water.”

“Don’t feel like a shower anyway.”

“What are we watching?”

“The Sound of Music,” Mulder says.

“That’s not your usual kind of movie.”

“I like it. I can find something else if you want.”

“No, leave it. I like the movie, too.” The movie doesn’t bother her. The sleeping situation, however… she’s so used to being around Mulder that sometimes she forgets how big he is. How much room he takes up. Not just in her life, but in the world. The bed should be big enough for two people. But seeing Mulder in there, she can’t help but wonder how she’ll fit in.

“Do you need me to scoot over?”

“It’s fine,” she says, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him. She lies down, keeping to the edge, and as far away from Mulder as possible. She’s never once minded sharing space with him. They’ve even shared a bed before, once or twice. Today she’s too aware of his body and things unspoken. There’s too much between them. Except space.

“If the TV bothers you, let me know.”

“It doesn’t,” she replies. “I’m just tired.”

“Long day,” Mulder says. He’s quite for a moment and Scully closes her eyes, praying for sleep. The sooner she falls asleep, the sooner she can wake up, and they can go home. Tomorrow, she’ll let Mulder drive. Just as she’s getting comfortable, Mulder decides to speak again.

“Hmm, something smells pretty good.” Scully’s eyes pop open again. It’s like he pulled a trigger on her and now all the rage she felt earlier returns to her.

“Well,” she says, her voice laced with annoyance and defensiveness that she can’t stop from slipping in. “Whatever it is, it’s not my perfume.”

“But,” Mulder starts. He falls quiet and Scully, still turned away from him, hears her own heart pounding in her chest. The mattress moves, which means Mulder must be moving, too. His heat is by her back and she catches a whiff of him as he leans over her.

“It is you,” he says, sounding surprised. “It’s you, Scully.” His soft voice makes her turn around.

“I’m not wearing any perfume,” she says.

“Then it’s… you.” He takes a strand of hair, looking at her. “Can I?” She just nods, watching him as he sniffs it. “Definitely you. Give me your hand.”

“Mulder, this is ridiculous.”

“Your hand, please.” She gives it to him, stifling a laugh. Her mood is turning back around with every second that passes. He sniffs her hand, too, and she can no longer keep her chuckle in.

“Are you done now?”

“Hmm, yeah. You smell amazing, Scully. Has anyone ever told you this? It was you all along. It wasn’t- something wasn’t right in that town, Scully.” She could deny it and find logical explanations. But she doesn’t. She hasn’t quite figured out what happened with them – and between them – in Comity. Right here, right now, she feels like herself. Looking at Mulder, she feels like she always feels when she’s around him. Safe. Trusted. There’s no anger inside her now. It dissipated as quickly as it appeared.

“You’re right.”

“Wait,” he says, his eyes huge. “Did you just- did you just say I’m right?”

“Don’t push it, Mulder.”

“You said I’m right, Scully. Let me have this. Where is my diary when I need it?” He grins at her. “If I, um, if I get too close to you tonight… just kick me. I respond well to kicking according to… people.” Jealousy rears its ugly head again, but Scully shoots it down. Mulder has a past, just like she has.

“I have no intention of kicking you.”

“I can’t promise my nose will stay away from you.” She imagines waking up to Mulder’s nose burrowed in her hair, or her neck. His warmth all around her, their limbs tangled. Heat rises in her chest and into her face.

“I won’t hold it against you. Now let’s watch the movie.” He nods and Scully finds herself drifting closer to him, drawn by an unknown force. Her eyes are heavy, and she knows she will be asleep before Maria and Captain von Trapp are married. The last thing she hears is Mulder hum ‘Something Good’ and she thinks this disastrous night, in this mediocre motel, might indeed be something quite good after all.

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

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Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

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[gkdmts]

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ay thanks! <3 <3 and here you go! the scribbles have a nice day : )

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[stationoneeighteen]

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[ourobores]

DECEMBER

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[pocketgalaxies]

Me and my friends are going are going on a mission that is important and could change a lot of stuff, and I feel like something bad is gonna happen. There's doom on the horizon. But I still think it's right that we're going. (for @overnighttosunflowers)

[tazmiilly]

theyre sending me new wires for my tablet all the way from Tennessee...

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Daughter of delta Yu, show them that you're no fool!

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[raycatzdraws]

I saw an opportunity to make a meme and I took it.

Turtle shirt!

[kenna-cube]

Bumblebee yeeting himself off the bridge was something I really wanted to draw after I saw @moonlight-tmd post here ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ the scenario was just so cute!

I left it up to your guy’s imagination on what song blitzwing blasting. XD

This hyperfixation is serious my dudes, I haven’t sat at my desk for hours simply drawing/finishing a comic in forever. The rate I’m drawing and posting content has not been seen in years ｡ﾟ(>ヮ<)ﾟ

[chilschuck]

I love your writings so much!! I was thinking if you could do some scenarios of tall-man chilchuck and reader

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ thank you so so much anon WAHHHH!!! i hope these are okay!! it’s currently almost midnight where i’m at but i wanted to get these out for you!!! us tall-man chil fans gotta have something to eat fr!!! <333

— TALL-MAN!CHILCHUCK: x gn!reader hcs.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none, sfw + fluffy!!!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 585

✦ hope these are what you were wanting!! if not, feel free to submit another request for more tall-man chil and i will happily oblige!! :D <333

✦ Even though he wasn’t a tall-man for very long, you still found yourself enamored with him in this form. You were already smitten with Chilchuck anyways, but this was something very different to the both of you.

✦ The fact he towered over you like this made your heart beat a little faster, and once he found out his effect on you in that way, you were doomed.

✦ It started with him instead resting his head on top of yours, using his height to his advantage now. Sometimes he’d even pull you to his chest, your back to him, and laugh at the reaction you gave him. You didn’t find his teasing very amusing at first.

✦ Even so, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his waist occasionally, nuzzling your head into his own back and causing him to jump slightly. You weren’t going to let any time you had him in this form go to waste, so you spent it giving him even more affection.

✦ Your hand sought his out any chance it could, your fingers intertwining and causing him to look up at you. All you gave him was that cheeky smile and a wink, causing him to grumble. The effect you had on him…

✦ If there was ever a time you took a moment to rest, you’d sit between his legs and just admire him. Holding his hand in yours and comparing the size, studying how broad his chest was, noticing little details like the shape of his chin… Chilchuck’s cheeks were always rosy when you gave him that kind of attention, embarrassed to be doted on like that in front of everyone. (Not that they cared all too much; Marcille was definitely squealing at the moment.)

✦ Chil was always so fun to mess with, especially with him being like this. You couldn’t help but pull him down to your height and place tender and sweet kisses to his cheek, before letting go and walking off like nothing happened. (Oh, that’d get him all flustered for sure.)

“Chil…” You’d whisper, hands behind your back in that innocent way you always did when you were scheming something. Raising a brow at you, he walked over to the sound of his name, waiting for you to continue.

Instead of giving him what he expected, you reached up for his neckwarmer, pulling him down until he was level to you. Before he could pull away, you pressed soft, fleeting kisses to his stubbled cheek. Letting your lips trail along his skin until you reached the corner of his mouth, you abruptly let go of him and walked off. Chilchuck scrambled for something to say, anything at all, but instead watched as you caught up to the others.

You knew just how much you drove him insane.

✦ You were used to protecting him before, but now he still couldn’t do much in this state. More than happy to assist, you’d make sure he stayed safe, while also appreciating just how handsome he was. (You’d give him another wink and he’d yell out for you to stay focused!)

✦ Noticing just how skinny he was, especially like this, you’d try and convince him to eat a little more than usual. All this affection and doting wasn’t unusual in the slightest, but he could tell you were enjoying yourself a little too much like this. Not that he’d ever catch himself saying anything about how he secretly revels in it…

— dividers by @/cafekitsune! <3

[cheerioskid]

more hermits i enjoy watching but don't draw that often

[joltrify]

I'd kill for more ben 10 alien disabilities <3 i think pesky dust would look great in your style.

She's Watermelon Flavored~

(I threw in the Orthopeterran dev. sketch I made before I conceptualized the disability aid for the girlie since I didn't want it to go to waste ;w;)

[newspecies]

trying to think of a reason [ERROR] is so possessive of the OIAR crew and my current theory is that since the Archives are gone, this thing that might be a remnant of the other universe's Beholding is searching for something else to be the seat of the Beholding's power and took notice of the OIAR because Sam and Alice are the ones that released it (however unknowingly). The OIAR is not only doing something very similar to the Archives, but also clearly has SOMETHING akin to the Beholding attached to it with all the recordings we're hearing and the use of Jon, Martin and (possibly) Jonah's voices. So TLDR I think [ERROR] looked at the OIAR, said "close enough", and claimed everyone there. Anyway I think the tape recorders should bite more people