#lightly. we keep it pg13 like always on main

[sojutrait]

he's working late he promises !!

[userarchive]

Unexpected Circumstances Ch 2

Warnings: Language, talk of the job, PG13 rating? Sonny Carisi x Reader, but I’ve given her a name for the sake of my sanity lolol

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9 hours later, you’d managed to get back to two different apartments, had a quick shower, and gathered all the information you needed from both, you were behind schedule as you walked into the SVU squad room with a box of files and evidence. The crew was already gathered around the white board, trying to figure out the bust before you burst the bubble. You softly dropped the box onto an empty desk,

“Sorry I’m late, took longer to take care of things that I thought.” You addressed Captain Benson, most of the squad’s attention was turned towards you, your chest tightened. 7 years of undercover work and you were still stressed every time you transferred units, more worried about the fact that this was Sonny’s old crew.

“Detective Sophie Montgomery.” Olivia gestured toward you, “Please treat her with respect, she may be our newest recruit from Staten Island Vice, but she’s highly recommended, she’s not new to this. You may recognize her as one of our arrests from last night, she’s been working this ring undercover for the past 7 years and she’s going to be the biggest help we have with this case.” She gave you a tight smile, stepping back from the white board. You took a breath in, surveying over what they had up on the white board.

“Okay,” You started to move pictures around on the board, “Y’all made the bust too early, which means..”Your hand shot up to the three blacked out silhouettes at the top of the board,”That you don’t have any of these three in your custody, and those three are the ones you need.” You moved a few more things around on the board, “Alejandro Martinez is the King of Manhattan, and has been for years,” Your fingers tapped the top photo, “He works with a Queen and a Prince, and he only works on the Upper East Side. These parties aren’t like you’d normally expect, the clients are high profile, actors, producers, judges, lawyers, cops, wall street guys, politicians, everything you’d hate to have to prosecute.The drugs are clean, mainly coke and ecstasy, bottles of Prosecco, Patron, high end shit, they rarely deal with underage girls, unless there’s a new pimp who they want to try out, or someone high up makes a specific request.”

You glanced around the bull pen, noticing that Dominick had joined in, your breath hitched every so slightly.  He however found himself somewhat entranced, he always enjoyed watching you work like this, your brain managed to wrap its way around things that everyone else missed, and you always seemed to know all the secrets people wanted to keep to themselves. Amanda interrupted your thoughts.

“So Martinez is the King, we know his brother is the prince, who’s the Queen?” You cocked an eyebrow at her.

“How do you think I have this much information?” You slouched against the desk next to you, “Listen, there is no way you can take down this ring with what you have from the bust. Every time there’s been a party busted the main 3 haven’t been present, or it’s just one of them and they get been slapped with a misdemeanour.  They disappear to some remote corner of the globe, but like clockwork 6 months later, manage to find each other again, give me until then and I promise you a bust, with the top three all there.” You eyes scanned over the room, “While I can work here, I cannot break my cover, I can’t have anything to do with this case, I’ll help you gain any information but I can’t testify.” You could feel Olivia sigh heavily across the room, 

“Okay, we’ll talk to the suspects, you and Carisi watch, anything that doesn’t match, you tell us immediately.”  Olivia gestured towards interrogation 1, Sonny and you following behind her before she closed the door, being alone with him skyrocketed your emotions, you shoved your hands into your pockets so he wouldn’t notice them shaking.

At first you listened in silence, then Sonny felt like he couldn’t hold it in anymore, the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could even try to stop himself,

“Did, did you have ta do …anything ya didn’t…want to..while you were under?” His voice was so gentle you barely felt it, you could nearly feel the tears but you knew what he was thinking. 7 years under in a sex ring, it was only logical, and this was the first moment you’d had truly alone since your reappearance. Both of your faces stayed strictly facing forward into the interrogation room, attempting to pretend that you were listening to what happened in front of you. Carisi felt just as drawn to you in that moment as he did the first time he asked you to coffee, the warm smell of your perfume brought back memories of holding you close, burying your head into the crook of his neck, the briefest of grins flashed across his face before you replied.

“No. Of course not,” You risked a lightning fast glance over to him, “I worked mainly on the books, took care of the girls, nothing ever happened.” You couldn’t help yourself, admiration burning at your cheeks knowing that he was worried about you, you pulled your hand out of your pocket, giving his elbow a reassuring squeeze before dropping your hand.

The two of you watched the confrontation in front of you, not registering that you were slowly inching closer to each other with each shuffle of your feet. Sonny felt his hand taking control as it brushed against yours and immediately felt like a middle schooler on his first date again, blush creeping up his neck, but when you didn’t shy away, he found his finger looping around your left ring finger. Your heart jumped into your throat at the gesture, finally turning away from the glass to properly look at the man beside you.

“I’m sorry I was such an ass yester-“ Dominick started before you cut him off,

“You’re not the one who should be apologizing,” A shaky breath to try and keep you calm, “I am unbelievably sorry…for everything.” Looking directly into those steely blue eyes was nearly intimidating, they softened at your statement, the faintest of a smile creasing his face.

“You were just doin’ your job.” In that moment, properly seeing each other, silently forgiving previous actions, the air in the room shifted. Carisi reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair off your face, his thumb briefly stroking your jawline before running down your arm and you were completely lost in the moment gravitating towards each other. A loud bang from the other side of the glass made both of you jump, pulling apart as you were reminded where you were, shifting back into work mode. 

Sonny chuckled softly to himself, you cocked at eyebrow in his direction,

“Bella’s gonna freak.” You laughed lightly at that, 

“Your Ma’s gonna actually kill me.” 

“I’ll be sure to remind her assaulting a police officer is a punishable crime.” The playfulness slightly returned to the room, soft smiles and small laughs filling the awkwardness of the previous night.

***

As the day came to a close, you were sitting at your desk finishing up a pile of paperwork leftover from the various cases SVU had managed to arrest over the course of the day. The squad room had emptied out, and Olivia took advantage of that as she stopped at the side of your desk on her way out. You paused your writing, looking up at her,

“What can I help ya with Captain?” She faltered slightly, piecing together the words before she spoke,

“We’re…not going to have any..problems with the DA’s office are we?” It was a reasonable concern considering the only interaction she had witnessed with you and the A.D.A. was a heated screaming match followed by a physical altercation. You leaned back in your chair as you answered,

“No. That was a one time thing, I promise.” She quirked an eyebrow, not sure if she should believe you, so you continued, “You ever had someone come back from the dead?” Confusion took over Benson’s face,

“Yeah actually…one of our A.D.A.’s was shot in front of me, 12 hours later she turned up inside a car on the way to witness protection.” You watched as the emotions moved across her face, “It was a lot to process.”

“Now take all those feelings and add on about 7 years.”

“Jesus.” She muttered, shaking her head, 

“Carisi and I will be fine, it was just a lot to go through so suddenly. And…I do apologize about the whole thing, it was wildly unprofessional, not exactly how I wanted to have my first day at SVU.” Olivia gave a stark laugh to that, 

“It’s okay, just don’t make it a habit.” She shouldered her bag, “And don’t stay too late, just finish up what you can.”

“I will, night Cap.” You turned back to the last few pages as Liv exited the squad room, leaving you to quietly finish your work.

[hungline]

I saw ur post abt taking prompts. Idk if you can do this but on @hybridfanfictions blog their most popular post was about a bee hybrid fic one and I though it was rlly cool....

honeycomb for a heart

pairing: yoonminjoonseok 

genre: fluff, light angst, hybrid au, rated pg13 

warnings: trans male character, mentioned misgendering and transphobia 

a/n: hi anon! so i saw the queen bee prompt by @hybridfanfiction and instantly fell in love with it. sorry this took so long to do, but i hope you like it regardless! title is taken from rupi kaur’s “the sun and her flowers” btw!

words: 1402 

summary: Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

+ tag list: @jooneos​​ @kirtikagarg​ @disrespectfulkookies​ @roseyjongdae​ @reeneryu​​ @joonsvalentine​ @smoochkook​ ✨

Yoongi never actually expected to build his own hive.

Technically (legally, he means), he is a Queen Bee in name only. It didn’t matter if he petitioned to be listed as a King Bee instead, in the government’s eyes, Yoongi is and always will be Min Yoonji.

He doesn’t let that get to him though. Yoonji was a fine name and he liked it and all the special attention he garnered at first, but then his Queen Bee died. After that, he began wearing his late father’s clothes and went exclusively as Yoongi.

Bee hybrids aren’t rare, but they are uncommon. The only bee hybrids Yoongi has ever met were his mom and his uncle who soon passed after their Queen did. Knowing this, Yoongi was certain of the fact that even if he did meet another bee hybrid, they wouldn’t want to build a hive with him. Bees need their Queens. For bees, females are the ones with all the power while men are simply meant to worship and follow their stead.

Some days, that knowledge alone makes Yoongi want to crawl right out of his skin because he knows that his assigned gender at birth isn’t what he actually is, but it will be the reason he never gets to experience love and the special bond of a hive. Other days, it’s a burden he is able to carry without strain. And on every other day, Yoongi focuses on his garden, on the hives he keeps to produce honey with regular bees and the nursery business he inherited from his uncle.

He has decided to expand recently though, deadset on opening up a honey themed cafe he hopes will have more humans interested in bees. Maybe there will be a surge of requests for more bee hybrids to be made or maybe some will even walk right into his cafe and instantly want him to be their King. He’s heard of the stories on the internet after all. How all it takes for bees is one look to know who their true Queen is. It isn’t that far-fetched of an idea for him and a bee to exchange glances before the bee gives their loyalty to him.

(A bee could dream anyway.)

As a result, Yoongi had contacted an accountant that Seokjin, a panther hybrid he went to school with, highly recommended to him. His business card introduced him as Jung Hoseok, the sunnier half of the MonoHope partners and Yoongi hadn’t even bothered to do further research on him before reaching out. They had exchanged emails for the better part of the week and today was when Hoseok, along with his partner, would finally meet with Yoongi in person to hash out the main aspect of Yoongi’s desired business plan and expected profit. Yoongi was sitting at the table in his favorite nursery, checking the ledgers and running through the numbers once more while waiting for the two to arrive, pen tapping lightly against his lips.

Yoongi became so engrossed in his task that he was distracted enough to miss the texts Hoseok had sent him and regretted that as soon as the door creaks open and Yoongi shoots up out of his chair, eyes flickering towards the three figures suddenly entering the nursery.

It takes Yoongi a moment to realize that the men in front of him are bee hybrids who are incredibly attractive. Their antennae are long and the wings are thick, the fuzz on their heads closer to gold than yellow. Instincts that he hasn’t felt in a long time begin to build within him, running through his veins and make his heart pump with anticipation. His own wings start to flutter, antennae twitching as a mantra of hive, hive, hive starts up in his head.

He is able to ignore those instincts though when Yoongi realizes that more than a few minutes have passed with no one speaking a word. The three men standing before him just won’t stop staring at him and he’s beginning to feel nervous and self-conscious about himself when the tallest of the three drops his suitcase and bows down to him.

“My King,” he says, his voice rough.

Yoongi doesn’t even have the time to react before the other two men follow suit, bowing and murmuring a quiet, “My King.”

They stand back up slowly, eyes roaming all over him and before where Yoongi felt anxious under their gazes, he feels nothing but warmth now. They know that he is a Queen Bee, but they called him King anyway. No one except Seokjin has ever acknowledged that without being prompted. And yet, these three perfect strangers felt what only a bee could and paired it with what they saw before they gave their fealty to Yoongi properly.

Yoongi steps forward, steeling himself. He has a hive now, these three are his hive and he isn’t about to let them go.

“What are your names?” he croaks, wincing at the sound of his own voice.

The tallest smiles at him though, bowing again before he says, “Kim Namjoon, at your service, my King.”

Yoongi wants to tell him not to bow, to treat him like he would anybody else, but those instincts he ignored earlier are back at full force and will not allow that.

“Jung Hoseok, at your service, my King,” the man beside Namjoon introduces himself, smiling after he has straightened from his bow. “We exchanged emails, but it’s very nice to finally meet you, Your Majesty.”

Again, Yoongi wants to speak up and tell Hoseok that he need not bother with the official titles, but his instincts fight him and Yoongi decides to give in because he knows a losing battle when he sees one. He focuses on the last man to introduce himself instead, head tilted to the side in confusion. He’s pretty sure Hoseok didn’t mention bringing someone other than Namjoon with him for their appointment.

“And who might you be?” Yoongi asks, patting himself on the back for keeping his voice gentle when the short man startles slightly and flushes under his gaze.

“Park Jimin, at your service, my King,” Jimin replies, hesitant and obviously nervous, but his voice is steady and Yoongi finds himself smiling over the fact that he didn’t bow like the other two. “Hobi-hyung invited me along because he wanted a banker’s perspective on your plan. I hope that isn’t a problem.”

“I see,” Yoongi says with a nod. “It’s not a problem at all. Thank you for coming.”

Yoongi bites his lip, hands twisting together in front of him as he looks over these three men who know nothing about him but are now his anyway. “Are you certain this is what you want? All of you?”

“Of course,” Hoseok answers immediately. “You are our King.”

“But wouldn’t you prefer a Queen?” Yoongi cannot help but ask, wondering why he is questioning this so much. “You must know that I’m not… that. I will never be a Queen.”

Namjoon steps forward then and holds his arms out hesitantly. Yoongi stares at his hands for a moment before he takes them in his own, drawing closer. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi can see Hoseok and Jimin approaching as well but keeps his primary focus on Namjoon in front of him.

“We’ve gone our whole lives without a Queen,” Namjoon says this so matter of factly that Yoongi can only blink up at him in surprise and a bit of awe if he is going to be truthful. A worker bee growing up without a Queen? That’s traumatic, to say the least. “Now we have found a King and we do not intend to let you go, Your Majesty. Don’t you want to start a hive with us?”

And damn it, when Namjoon looks at him like that with his eyes huge and imploring, how is Yoongi even meant to say no?

So Yoongi nods and tilts his head up, accepting the chaste kiss Namjoon presses to his mouth before striding towards Hoseok and doing the same. Jimin surprises him by stepping forward when Yoongi has pulled away from Hoseok, sweeping him into his arms and giving him the filthiest kiss Yoongi has ever received in his life. It leaves him reeling, his wings fluttering and face warm as they separate.

Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

[kpop-ruined-my-social-life]

Sweat [Pt. 3/Final] (YugyeomXReaderXJungkook)

Part 3 of a 3 Part series titled Sweat

Friends With  Benefits (Yugyeom X Reader)

Practice (Jungkook X Reader)

Sweat (Yugyeom X Jungkook)

Pairing: Yugyeom X Reader X Jungkook

Request: No

WC: 1,895

POV: 1st Person

Rating:   Main: M   Preview: PG13

Contains: Hair pulling [light], threesome, “competition” sex, mention of a recording of sexual acts, daddy!kink [at the end], and almost kitchen sex.

Authors Note: I know it has been a while since I said I would post this, here you go and sorry it is so late and not the best. I hope you enjoy.

Yugyeom and I had been friends since we were little, his family lived just down the street, and our parents trusted him enough to come and stay with me in an empty house when they went away for vacations to keep my company.

The only problem now,

we’re both 19 and the house is completely empty and oh, was he keeping me company.

Jungkook and I had been friends since our freshman year of high school. We had occasionally slept together, but that was before me and Yugyeom had started our little Friends With Benefits thing. Jungkook had mentioned a couple of times when drunk that he had liked me, to not just me but to Yugyeom as well.

The only problem,

Yugyeom said I could sleep with other people, but didn’t have the best definition of that AND, Jungkook wasn’t the worst candidate for a “one night stand.”

I pulled into the empty driveway. I slowly got out and grabbed my bag before I walked inside. Turning around and locking the door, I slowly took off my shoes and set down my bag. I bent down to put away my shoes, humming a small tune to one of the songs I was dancing to today.

Suddenly I felt hands on my hips pulling me against someone. I started to stand as I turned my head to look at who it was.

My parents being away had its perks. I got to stay up late being as loud as I wanted, meaning playing music as loud as I wanted, playing a loud action movie at 3 AM, and yugyeom making me scream anytime. I stood up fully, I heard him growl slightly as his chest came in contact with my back.

“How was your practice?” He hissed as he pulled me closer. “It was fine, why?” I asked softly and I looked up at him a bit confused, he had been weird ever since last night.

“Because 1) your shirt is backward. 2) I got the video.” He stated the end coldly and I looked at him even more confused. “Video?” I asked as I pulled away and moved to the living room. “The dance video.” He said and just stared me down. I tilted my head to the side before smiling wide.

“Oh, yeah…” I sighed softly “…the dance looks really good doesn’t it?” I asked as  I got a drink from the fridge. “Jungkook.” He scoffed his name softly and leaned against the counter. “Yeah..?” I said before opening my drink and taking a sip.

“You don’t even know what I’m talking about do you?” He smirked a bit as he laughed under his breath. “Jungkook recorded your little practice session.” He looked at me and I shrugged, still confused. “The one after the dance.” He said and I set down my drink.

“What?” I asked as I looked at him, he got closer as he spoke. “Him fulfilling my fantasy that I told you about.”

“Having your hands pressed against the mirror as I fuck you from behind.” He pulled me closer again and started thrusting deeper. “Watching you watch me fuck you better than anyone ever could.” He moaned as he pulled my legs up a bit so he could thrust deeper.

“God, that’s what I dream of.” He groaned. I moaned loudly as I released hard at just the thought. He moaned as he started thrusting more sloppy, my head now buried in his neck. He thrust harder, his moans now heavy breaths and grunts.

He slowly moved to stand in front of me, his arms going to either side of me, corning me against the counter. I slowly tried to back up more before he grabbed my hips and pulled me against him. He slowly picked me up and set me down on the counter roughly.

“I know I said I was fine with you sleeping with other guys.” He said as he kissed my neck, pulling my shirt down to show the marks Jungkook left, nipping at the marks, trying to make them his.

“But why him?” He said as he started breathing heavily, pulling off my shirt completely and then forcing my shorts off without even trying to lift me up a bit to help. “You know… that even though I say it I don’t mean it.”  He says before he pulls off my bra and he starts kissing down my collarbones to my chest.

“You know especially him.” He says as he pulls off his shirt. “Even though you looked so good, you being with him…” He shakes his head lightly “…made me so angry.” He said breathlessly before pulling off my panties too.

“Yug-yugyeom…” I gulped softly as I looked at the time. “Can we do this later?” I ask as I panic and he spreads my thighs quickly as he scoffs again. “Why?” He asks and neither of us hears the front door open and close.

“I have to show you that I am and always will be the best at what I do to you.” He says as he pulls off his belt. I look up as I hear a familiar laugh from the entrance of the kitchen.

“You can’t show her you’re the best at something you never did.” I look up and Jungkook smirks from his spot by the entry of the kitchen and Yugyeom instantly stands up fully and turns to face Jungkook and he scoffs in return.

“Why don’t we have a competition then?” Yugyeom growls through his teeth and Jungkook tilts his head lightly as he smirks.

“With it being me against you… it won’t be a competition.”

I just stared at them both confused. Whats going on. 

“Don’t be too sure about that,” Yugyeom smirks at Jungkook before grabbing my hand and looking at me.

“Are you okay with that princess? I don’t wanna do something you’re uncomfortable with.” He says softly and looks at me and Jungkook nodded slightly behind him. I nodded slowly. 

“Good,” Jungkook smirked. “So, how do we decide who goes first?” He looked at me and then to Yugyeom. “Well, her and I were preoccupied before you walked in, so if you don’t mind I’ll finish what I started and then you can?” Yugyeom answered and Jungkook nodded. 

Jungkook slowly left and went to sit in the living room. I just moved so my legs were hanging off the counter again and I looked at Yugyeom as he stood still at the entrance to the main part of the kitchen.

“Are you coming to finish what you started?” I smile. “Or are you going to be mad at him over there by your self while leaving me like this...” I smirk. “...for him to fix,” I say and he's between my legs in what feels like a second. 

I smirked as he kissed my neck, pulling me so my legs were around him. “Do you think I would let him have you all to his self?” Jungkook purred slightly as he walked to the counter and grabbed my legs, pulling me more from around yugyeom to the other side of the counter, in front of him. 

I whimpered as Yugyeom bit my shoulder only hard enough for it to sting. He growled lightly before he looked at Jungkook. He let out a sigh and noticed Jungkook wasn’t going to let up. 

“Lets at least take her upstairs.” Yugyeom sighed. Jungkook rolled his eyes and they both glared as Yugyeom picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. They set me down and soon both were half on top of me, Jungkook’s lips moved to my neck as he nipped and sucked on the spots that Yugyeom had just gone over. Yugyeom moved down, his hands grabbing my hips as he lifted me slightly from the bed as he kissed my lower chest as he moved me against him. 

Jungkook pulled off his clothes quickly and he nudged Yugyeom’s side and Yugyeom rolled his eyes and tried to push him away before moving to the other side and moving to strip.

Jungkook smirked as he looked up at me and winked and he quickly pulled me to be on my knees as he slid into me. I arched my back and I moaned before his arms went around my waist and kissed between my shoulder blades before pulling me to be completely against his chest. His thrust faster as Yugyeom whimpered as he moved under me. He looked up at me before he slid in. I whimpered loudly as they both held still until they both nodded and continued to thrust quickly.

I moaned loudly and I opened my eyes when I heard one of them let out a choked moan. Yugyeom below me had his hands shakily on my hips, his eyes shut tightly and his forehead already covered in sweat as he tried to thrust up without his hips stuttering as he shuddered from the pleasure. 

Jungkook smirked against my back as he wrapped his arms fully around my waist and leaning onto me as he began to thrust faster. I moaned loudly as I moved against them and Jungkook moaned as he let out a small laugh and closed his eyes as he kissed the back of my neck.

Yugyeom ran his hands through my hair, causing me to open my eyes just as he tightened his grip slightly and pulled me into a hard kiss. We both moaned into he kiss and I arched my back as I pulled away and released. Yugyeom pulled out quickly and looked up at me as he released on his stomach after pumping himself a few times. 

He began panting as he leaned back and Jungkook kissed my neck and moved closer to my ear. “Hang on just a bit longer for me okay? I’m almost there princess.” he moaned softly before thrusting faster and more sloppy.

“Help me yeah? Call me the name I like,” he smirked and gripped my waist tighter, panting as sweat began to roll down his back slightly as the room’s air became thicker. 

“Daddy.” I moaned and I leaned my head into Yugyeom’s neck, “Louder.” He groaned as he moved his hands to my hips and began to thrust harder as the sound started to ring through the room. “Daddy!” I moaned loudly and his hips stuttered before he released into the condom. He panted as he kissed my back softly before pulling away and slowly laying next to me as Yugyeom moved me between them.

All of us were trying to catch out breaths, Yugyeom’s eyes were closed as he turned his face to look at me as he slowly opened his eyes, I laid my hand on my stomach as I looked at the ceiling as I panted, and Jungkook had his forearm covering his eyes as he soon turned his body to face me.

“So,” Yugyeom said as he finally caught his breath, “Who won?” Jungkook finished the sentence. 

“Ya know, I’m really not sure,” I said and they both frowned until I smirked and they both leaned up quickly. “Give us 10 minutes love,” Jungkook smirked as he grabbed his water. “I’ll start this time then.” Yugyeom smirked as he moved between my thighs and began to kiss my neck.

[mldrgrl]

Not Again: Part 2

by: mldrgrl Rating: PG13 Summary: See Part 1

Part 2: Returned Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Chapter 5, Day 5:

Scully wakes occasionally through the night, the need to relieve her bladder the main culprit of her restlessness.  She sleeps later than usual, having shut off her alarm before she went to bed the night before.  She lies in bed and thinks about where she might want to go on the little getaway Mulder’s offered her.  The beach sounds nice.  Even if she won’t be wearing a suit and she has little tolerance for the sun, it would be nice to smell the salty air and feel an ocean breeze.

It hits her though, as she’s getting dressed, that she is completely unprepared to bring a baby home to this apartment.  She has nothing.  No onesies, no receiving blankets, no bottles, bibs, crib, nothing.  Things like that take time and planning.  That’s probably why pregnancy lasted nine months, to give women time to prepare a nursery.

She doesn’t call Mulder ahead of time, she just shows up, knocking on his door at 9am.  Not surprisingly, he’s in sweats and a t-shirt when he answers.  His hair is spiked up in the back and his eyes are sleepy.

“I’m sorry,” she says.  “I woke you.”

He yawns and rubs the back of his head.  She ducks under his arm to enter his apartment, looking around to see if everything is as she remembers it to be.

“You thought about where you want to go?” he asks.

“Nowhere,” she answers.  “I realized that I have nothing for this baby.  None of the things I should have.  I need to get a crib and...and all the other things.”

“Okay.”  He nods and scrubs his face with his hands.  “Okay, we’ll go to one of those baby stores and get stuff.”

“I have to get the spare room cleaned out first and paint.”

“You have a spare room?”

“Yeah, across from the bathroom.”

“I always thought that was a closet.”

“No, it’s a spare room.  Mostly it’s old textbooks and kind of like a place to store things.”

“Okay, so, paint store first, then baby store.”

“Except I might have to order things and then who knows if they’ll come in time.”

Mulder yawns and scratches the back of his head again.  “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.”

“I’m gonna get dressed and get bagels.”

“And cream cheese?”

“Extra cream cheese with cream cheese on the side,” he says, still scratching the back of his head as he walks away and closes the door to his room.

Only a few minutes later, Mulder emerges in jeans and another t-shirt.  He grabs his keys and wallet from the table.

“Stay here, relax, and think about what color paint you want,” he says.  “I’ll be back.”

Scully sits back on the couch and closes her eyes.  She breathes deeply for a moment.  It’s not long before the need to use the bathroom sneaks up on her.  She sighs and pushes up from the couch.

Mulder’s bathroom is as cluttered as usual.  He’s got a leaky faucet that drips like a metronome.  He’s got new towels though, softer than his old ones.  She can see that he’s also switched brands of toothpaste and uses the same one she does.  Still squeezes from the middle though.

There are file boxes on the floor of Mulder’s bedroom.  Probably cases Agent Doggett wouldn’t let him look into.  She opens one of them and then drops the lid on the floor when she sees her name on outside of the file.

The cover page is all identifying information.  There’s a photo clipped inside that she doesn’t recognize of herself.  It looks like a candid.  She’s smiling and though it’s a close up of her face, she can make out what looks like a carnival of some sorts in the background past her shoulder.

She flips the page and reads Mulder’s written statement, dated the day after her abduction and witnessed by AD Skinner.  He talks about the investigation, mostly, and what they were in the woods in Bellefleur looking for.  His handwriting gets a little unsteady when he recounts the moment he witnessed the group disappear.

The next page is the results of a pregnancy test that she ordered and signed for.  It’s dated the morning of her abduction.  So, she must have known, going out to Bellefleur, that she was pregnant.  Her automatic reaction is to touch her stomach apologetically.  She’s absolutely sure she didn’t feel there was a danger in going out to Oregon.  She never would have put the baby at risk like that.

There’s a memo on Skinner’s letterhead to the HR department requesting that Margaret Scully be removed as emergency contact on her file.  She furrows her brow over that, but behind it is a handwritten call log from Skinner’s secretary that indicates the request came from her mother in response to being notified of her disappearance.

The next page is a transcript of an interrogation done by Agent Reyes of Mulder.  Her breath catches in her throat as she reads it.

AGENT REYES: You and Agent Scully were close?

AGENT MULDER: Yes, we are close.

AGENT REYES: Right.

AGENT MULDER: To pick up where Agent Doggett left off, yes, we’re more than just partners, though that's been a more recent development in our relationship.

AGENT REYES: How recent?

AGENT MULDER: About four months recent.

AGENT REYES: Why?”

AGENT MULDER: Why what?

AGENT REYES: Why did you decide to become intimate with your partner?

AGENT MULDER: It wasn't so much of a decision as...it just happened.

Her hands are shaking as she closes the file.  She holds it to her chest as she gets up and goes back out to the living room.  She’s standing in the middle of the room when Mulder comes back with the bagels and as he raises the bag at her with a smile, she holds up the file in her hand.

“You lied to me,” she says.

Mulder glances from the file in her hand to her face.  “Scully, I...I didn’t lie.”

“You made me believe something that wasn’t the truth.  A lie by omission.”

“No, I never...you didn’t ask.  If you had asked me-”

“How the hell am I supposed to ask if you’re the father of my baby?”

“I thought, at the very least, you would know that.”

“Well, I didn’t.  I didn’t know anything.  And you know everything and you didn’t tell me.”

“I wanted to.  God, Scully, I wanted to tell you so badly.”

The jabbing pain Scully felt the night before returns, only a little sharper and more intense.  She winces and grabs her side, hunching slightly.  Her mind flashes onto another moment in time, of waking up on Mulder’s couch, covered with his Navajo blanket.  She’d let it slip to the floor and walked into his bedroom.

“Scully, are you okay?”

Mulder’s arms go around her and he hunches with her, supporting her.  She pushes him away and straightens with a small groan.

“Why did you keep it from me?” she asks.  “Were you hoping I’d never find out?  Do you not want this baby?”

“Jesus, of course I want this baby!” he shouts.  “I was hoping you’d remember us on your own.  Don’t forget, I know you, Scully.  You can’t be told something, you have to see it for yourself.  It wouldn’t have been enough for me to tell you about the four months we were together, you’d need proof.”

“I do need proof.”

“And forgive me,” he continues.  “But, I didn’t know what to think.  Every other abductee that’s come back is only missing a day of memory at most.  Whatever process you went through is intended to erase the painful memories, I think.  And you lost the entire time we were together.  What’s that tell me?”

“I guess we’ll never know.”

The pain gripping her side becomes too intense to bear any longer and she cries out.  It brings her to her knees, but Mulder is there, holding her up.  He gathers her close and eases her onto the couch, touching her cautiously.

“Call an ambulance,” she whispers.  Her chin has begun to tremble, an indication to her that her blood pressure has risen.  Her vision starts to swim and she blacks out.

*****

For the second time in a week, Scully wakes up in a hospital.  It’s evening, judging by the low light coming through the window, and her room is dim with only the soft light above her bed on.  She has a vague recollection of being loaded into an ambulance and being admitted and of Mulder shouting at people.

She’s groggy and knows she doesn’t have all her wits about her, but she feels the baby stir inside her and she thinks that must mean he’s okay.  She places her hands on her belly and breathes deeply.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

Scully turns her eyes to the door and sees Mulder enter.  He rushes over to her side and puts a hand on her shoulder to keep her down when she tries to sit up.  “Don’t strain,” he says.

“Thirsty,” she answers, licking her parched lips.

He pours a cup of water for her and adjusts the bendable straw to her mouth.  She drinks what she needs and then tips her head away.

“What happened?” she asks.

“The doctor said it’s a partial abruption,” he answers, taking a seat in the chair next to her bed.  “He wants you to rest and he says he’s going to keep you here for a few days to monitor you and the baby.”

She caresses her belly lightly.  “He’s okay?”

“You’re both fine.”

“I’m sorry that I-”

“No, I’m sorry,” he interrupts.  “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“And I should have told you from the beginning, but I just didn’t know how.”

“Quite honestly, Mulder, if the situation was reversed, I don’t know that I would know how either.”

Mulder’s cell phone rings and he fishes it out of his pocket, looks at the display, silences it, and then puts it back in his pocket.

“What is it?” she asks.

“Reyes,” he answers, shaking his head a little.

Her mood changes with the mention of Agent Reyes.  Whatever was there between them before her abduction, six months is a long time to wait, and he never gave any indication they’d made promises to each other.  If he has feelings for Agent Reyes, she will have to understand.

Scully moves her hands lower on her abdomen and looks up at the ceiling.  “Shouldn’t you answer her?”

“She wanted me to take a look at a case she’s working on.  We got cut off earlier when I was in the hall.  It’s not urgent.”

“You can go.”

He shakes his head.

“Seriously, Mulder, you don’t have to worry about me if that’s what’s stopping you.”

“Of course I’m worried about you.  Both of you.”

“I’ll just be resting.”

“I’d rather be here.”

“To do what?”

He purses his lips and cocks his head slightly.  “Be here,” he states, like he doesn’t understand the question.

“Take the call.  Work the case.  I don’t need you.”

The instant the words are out of her mouth, she sees the hurt on his face, but she doesn’t want him there out of a sense of obligation.  He’s hesitant to get up, looking at her incredulously, but finally he stands.  His arm swings up like he’s going to touch her, but then he curls his hand into a loose fist and drops his arm.

“Call me if you need anything,” he says.

She watches him go and then tips her head back, releasing the tears that had threatened to come just a few minutes ago.  They roll down her temples and into her hair.

*****

[lady-divine-writes]

Kurtbastian fic - “Jealousy” (Rated PG13)

Sebastian isn’t all that fond of Kurt’s new friendship with another local figure skater, Blaine Anderson. (1677 words)

A/N:  The main story, “Outside Edge”, isn’t going to contain any Blaine, but I thought this was a nice little look at Kurt and Blaine being friends. Includes a few canon elements with regard to Blaine’s story line. Inspired by a new trend I’ve been seeing at the rink I go to of young boys skating in leather jackets. xD 

Read on AO3.

“Have you thought about what music you’re going to skate to for the Spring Hop?” Blaine asks, sticking his hands in the pockets of his leather motorcycle jacket. Sitting beside Kurt in the penalty box, Blaine watches him sift through his warm-up playlist on his iPod.

Kurt and Blaine met at the LGBT skate night event Sebastian had taken Kurt to in Columbus. Blaine had been in the bathroom touching up the gel in his hair when Kurt came in. Kurt commented on how less gel would actually be healthier for his hair (since Blaine layered it on pretty thick, and daily, he’d remarked), and that his natural curls, which were visible in a few spots where his gel had failed to do its job, were actually more handsome than the helmet he’d created by gluing it all into place.

Blaine thanked him shyly, and explained that he did it because the curls made him self-conscious. They talked for a few minutes, traded fashion tips, compared coffee orders, and discovered that they shared a mutual appreciation for Sondheim musicals.

In a matter of minutes, they had become friends.

Sebastian didn’t realize how friendly they were until the past few days. Blaine has made it a point to stop by their rink every day after school on the way to his own private lesson, thus monopolizing his boyfriend’s time.

Well, fifteen minutes of it, but that still irks Sebastian.

“I’ve narrowed it down,” Kurt says. “This is a recital, not a competition, so I want to do something a little different. Break some boundaries.”

“Makes sense. What are your choices?”

“I’m either going with Sia’s ‘The Greatest’ …”

“Ooo. That’s a powerful song.”

“That’s what I was thinking. Or something fun like Shaggy’s ‘I Need Your Love’.”

“That’s a great song. It’s kinda sexy,” Blaine agrees enthusiastically, which helps Kurt make his decision. He’d been considering holding on to the Sia song. Skating to it would make a greater impact in a competition setting – not to ensure a win, but to make a statement. “And, will you be skating solo … or do you have a partner?”

“Solo. I asked my boyfriend if he’d skate with me, but he said he’d rather watch me perform this time around.”

Kurt has mentioned his boyfriend before. He doesn’t shut up about him, actually. But Blaine has yet to be introduced. In Columbus, Blaine had to leave before he got the chance to see Kurt again, and here at the rink, Sebastian tends to make himself scarce when Blaine shows up, so Blaine’s not even entirely sure which boy on the ice Kurt’s boyfriend is, though he’s more than certain the guy watches them from somewhere in the crowd. But today, the rink is empty – only about four other people practicing, and two of them are under the age of six. Blaine raises his eyes and peeks around. His gaze falls on one boy in particular whose glare Blaine has sworn he’s felt since he arrived – a boy in a long, red coach’s coat, seething from the opposite end of the ice. “Now, would he be the tall guy in hockey skates, staring me down like he wants to murder me?”

Without looking up from his iPod, Kurt says, “That would be him. You get used to it.”

“He’s a handsome guy,” Blaine admits, giving the glaring boy a cordial nod. Sebastian nods stiffly back.

“He is.” Kurt smiles subconsciously as he stows his iPod in his pocket.

“It must be nice having someone watch out for you.”

Kurt knows that comment is in reference to the bullying Blaine has had to endure in public school. Luckily, his parents transferred him to a private school where he would be safer. He says he has lots of friends at his new school, but Kurt still gets the impression that he’s kind of lonely.

Blaine’s a hopeless romantic, just like Kurt, looking for a special someone.

“We watch out for each other.” Kurt tilts his head and smiles at his boyfriend, whose eyes dart off, but only because the second Kurt looks his way, Sebastian’s fire begins to cool.

He doesn’t want it to. He wants this rink to feel twenty degrees warmer with the power of his stare.

“Well, I have to get going,” Blaine says. “I want the chance to warm-up before I hit the ice.”

“Thank you for stopping by.”

“Thank you for taking time out of your busy afternoon to talk.”

“Anytime. Come by whenever you want. In fact, stop by earlier. We can warm-up together.”

“I’d like that.”

Kurt stands and gives Blaine a quick hug, a hug that can’t be mistaken for anything other than platonic, but from the corner of his eye, Kurt sees Sebastian spin out backward and take off down the ice. Blaine watches Sebastian slide to a halt, then skate back the opposite way, repeatedly practicing one foot stops while he waits for his boyfriend.

“I think you’d better settle your man down. He looks a bit agitated.”

“Like I said, you get used to it.”

Blaine glances one last time at the boy who has suddenly found himself a hockey stick, and says, “Yeah, I’m outta here. See you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

Kurt looks Sebastian’s way, chuckling when he sees what made Blaine head out the door so quickly. With a fond roll of his eyes, he returns to the ice, skating across to his menacing boyfriend, extremely involved in batting a puck.

“What’s up?” Kurt asks, stopping just short of the business end of Sebastian’s stick.

“What’s up with you and James Dean over there?” Sebastian asks, not taking his eyes off the ice.

“Absolutely nothing. We were just talking about my song selection for the Spring Hop … and you.”

“Yeah.” Sebastian huffs. “I bet you were.” Kurt sighs while Sebastian mumbles under his breath, “Sitting so close together. Who wears a leather jacket ice skating anyway …?”

Kurt skates forward and blocks the puck with his blade. He puts a hand on Sebastian’s wrist and moves his stick aside. He slides into Sebastian’s space, unzips his coat, and slips inside. Then he wraps his arms around his waist. It’s reflex when Sebastian puts his arms around Kurt’s body and holds him tight.

Their start together in this unlikely relationship was rocky. And as cocky as Sebastian has always been about school and about skating, it’s where Kurt is concerned that his self-confidence takes a hit. From what Sebastian has seen and heard about Blaine Anderson, he seems like the kind of guy that Kurt would be dating if he weren’t dating Sebastian. Sebastian had been on Kurt’s case hard for months before they ever realized they had anything in common. Kurt and Blaine became besties in seconds. They talk about clothes and skin care and Broadway musicals, all topics that Sebastian can’t seem to get the hang of. And Kurt doesn’t force him. But maybe it would be easier for him to date someone like Blaine, who’s already into all of that stuff.

Who treated him like a gentleman from day one.

The pre-made perfect boyfriend for Kurt - no fuss, no muss, and no heartache involved.

Just as Sebastian is about to tell him so, Kurt catches his mouth, words and all, and in a rare moment of PDA, kisses him. It’s a soft slide of his lips against Sebastian’s, but Sebastian wants it to last. He drops his stick, swivels Kurt from view, and wraps him in his coat so that Kurt will kiss him for as long as he’s comfortable.

Hidden inside Sebastian’s coat, Kurt makes a bold move, slipping his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth. Before Sebastian can return the gesture, Kurt buries his forehead into Sebastian’s shoulder.

“What was that for?” Sebastian pants, warmer than normal within the shield of his coat with Kurt breathing against his neck.

“I’m trying to prove something to you, you big blockhead.”

“And that is …?”

“That I’m your boyfriend, remember? You’re the guy I’m dating. You’re the one I wanted to skate with at the Spring Hop.”

“Yeah, well, I’d rather watch you.”

“So you keep saying.” Kurt runs the tip of his nose against Sebastian’s, trying to lure a smile out of him. “You’re the one I want to be with, Sebastian. No one else.”

“I just want you to be sure.”

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be here. You should know that by now.”

“I guess. But maybe … sometimes … I think you deserve better.”

“Why don’t you let me worry about that, hmm? That way you don’t go doing something stupid like breaking up with me because you think it’s what’s best for me. I don’t want my life to be like an episode of Pretty Little Liars or something.”

“Thank God they’re canceling that show.”

“I know, right?”

Sebastian sighs. “I’m sorry if I made your little friend uncomfortable with my death glare.”

“No, you’re not,” Kurt says, giving him a playful shove.

Sebastian tries to look sincere, but a laugh slips past his lips. “You’re right. I’m not. But I’m trying to be the good guy.”

Kurt slips his hands up Sebastian’s back, over his compression shirt, and scratches lightly down his spine. “Well, whether you like Blaine or not, you’re still succeeding.”

Kurt gives him another kiss, one passionate enough to make Sebastian blush.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Sebastian asks, praying the answer will be go back to my house and make out.

“Well, we have two choices. You can keep playing with your stick while I practice, or maybe you could help me choreograph my number?”

“Are you gonna do the sexy song?”

Kurt laughs, wondering if he should tell Sebastian that Blaine thinks that song is sexy, too.

Mmm, probably not.

“Yes, I’m going to do the sexy song.”

“Good.” Sebastian grins. “Then we should start by making out some more.”

“And how is that going to help?”

Sebastian’s eyebrows bounce up suggestively. “Research.”