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freddyjoncs · 2 years

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inspired by : fred jones ( mystery incorporated / live action scooby doo ) / added inspo ! , fox mulder ( x-files ) , michael emerson ( the lost boys ) , dean winchester ( supernatural ) , steven crain ( the haunting of hill house ) , conrad fisher ( the summer i turned pretty ), sebastian valmont ( cruel intentions ). inspo for coolsville : fear street trilogy, IT ( 2017 / 2019 ) , stranger things & scream the tv series.

full name. frederick herman jones jr. faceclaim. dacre montgomery ( future : tom hardy ) dob. november 22 zodiac. sagittarius occupation. leader of mystery inc. birthplace. coolsville, ohio. orientation. bisexual/biromantic song. teeth - 5 seconds of summer. film. scream education. graduated walt university with a degree in parapsychology. temperament. choleric ( leader-like, argumentative, practical ) mbti. estj ( strong willed, judgemental, difficulty expressing emotions ) alignment. chaotic neutral abilities. n/a. hogwarts house. gryffindor emoji. ( 🧐 )

present !! ( bio can be found here )

freddy came to elias to figure out the truth behind the note left for him. he was told here that all would be uncovered, so far it has.in his time in elias freddy has discovered the truth about his father and the truth about coolsville being cursed.

with the help of mystery inc, freddy plans on saving their town. it’s the first real mystery the gang has come face to face with. the dangers are real.

he’s still atoning for who he was in the past. he doesn’t expect the gang to completely forgive him but he’s trying.

he’s a little nicer. the old freddy shows sometimes. now that he’s not in the shadow of his father he’s shedding the image his dad expected from him and trying to live his truth. it’s hard for him to remember who once was or figure out who he actually is to his core. he’s trying to be better but the thing is he doesn’t know how. ( therapy frederick therapy )

while he’s worked up the courage to open up to daphne, he has yet to tell shaggy and velma the whole truth as to why they were brought to elias.

there’s a lot of trauma he’s experienced whether he knows it or not and a lot healing freddy needs to go through. he’s yet to do so. he’s no longer in his denial stage. he’s now in his anger stage. it’s mostly directed towards his father. how he deals with that anger ? isolation.

he’s all but thrown himself into work. while he tries to get out more and make friends, freddy’s completely consumed and obsessed with the case.

mickey / maleficent debate ? he doesn’t care. unless there’s someone here who can help him freddy doesn’t care. though, he teters the line of good and dark. swayed the wrong way and freddy could easily walk the path maleficent has set. will he ??? who knows !! not me !! he’s got a dangerous book in his possession

songs associated with this time frame : jason - the midnight & nikki flores, running up that hill ( a deal with god ) - kate bush, same guy - jack harlow ft. adam levine, out of time - the weekend, hayloft ii ( smashup ) - mother mother

past !!

tw: freddy’s past touches on kidnapping, cheating & neglectful parent. please read with caution.

born jason chiles to brad chiles and judy reeves, freddy was taken as ransom from his parents and as an heir to frederick jones, sr.

you see, long ago before freddy was even a glint in his mother’s eyes, his adoptive father’s ancestors made a deal with the devil. the jones family would prosper the only catch ? sacrifices were to be made. this is how the coolsville we know today formed. mysteries, murders and more. freddy’s birth parents had gotten too close to the truth which lead freddy to be taken from them. ( more about it here. )

freddy’s father had no kids of his own so when he took freddy he planned to mold freddy into the perfect son. the jones were powerful people in the town of coolsville. being the mayor’s son meant that freddy was always held to a certain standard not only by his father but by the people of coolsville.

he lived a lonely childhood, his father often tossed him to the side. he rarely spent time with freddy. his closest companions were the butler and his nanny. they raised freddy more than his own father did. the only time he ever saw his dad was when he was scolded.

however, there was too much of his real parents in freddy. the boy was had an interest in the paranormal. he would sneak books in and read them late at night under the covers, stay after school to watch horror movies and when he met daphne, velma and shaggy he finally felt like he had found people who understood him. the people his father associated with, the elites of coolsville, they didn’t get him. the kids often found freddy weird. who liked to build traps for fun ? who knew that much knowledge about ghost and ghouls ? it was embarrassing. he wasn’t one of them and it showed.

eventually word got back to the mayor about his son’s interest. not only did he not need his son snooping to the truth too soon, the jones family also had a reputation to uphold. he let freddy have his little gang of misfits until high school came around. he didn’t give his son a choice or an ultimatum, he forbid freddy from seeing any of them again, except daphne since she came from a family with power, and removed all of freddy’s beloved books, movies and anything to do with the paranormal. from that day on freddy played the part his father expected of him. it was also the second time he had come to fear his dad.

freshman year rolled around and freddy was no longer the innocent and nice kid he once was. he was corrupted by power and popularity. he dropped velma and shaggy without a single word, just cut them off completely. his relationship with daphne wasn’t the greatest either. when they were younger he was oblivious to her feelings until he wasn’t. they were sweet and cute. typical childhood friends to lovers and high school sweethearts but once freddy began to get older he realized he didn’t know how to love someone. not the way someone deserved at least and daphne deserved better. he never received love or affection from his father. he had no mother, only a photo that was claimed to be her ( it wasn’t even his mom it was a cut out of a model in magazine ), daphne loved him so much and held on so tight and that scared freddy. it caused him to push her away, to close himself off and destruct. because of his popularity and name, girls often threw themselves at freddy. he didn’t give in at first but he knew daphne would leave if he did. so he broke her heart, if only to save her from himself.

freddy never cared for the popularity. he didn’t care he was the golden boy, the star of the lacrosse and football team & the king of coolsville high, none of it mattered to him because deep down he knew how alone he was. people only wanted to befriend him because of his name and what he could get them. the only genuine friends freddy ever had he threw away.

along the way freddy began to resent his father. he finally saw the man for who he was and their relationship was turbulent at best. anytime the mayor actually acknowledged his son the it always ended in a fight. even with freddy doing what he wanted it wasn’t enough for him. freddy wasn’t enough for his dad and that was a hard pill to swallow.

one day after coming home he expected to be greeted by the same empty home he always knew but instead he found a note taped to his door. within the note it gave details of his true origins telling young freddy that if he wanted to know the truth of who he was he needed to travel to Elias, California for answers. it was mystery for sure, one he knew he couldn’t solve alone. there were only three people who could help him solve this and they were no longer in his life. it was then freddy knew he needed to renuinte mystery incorporated

songs associated with this time frame : i’m just a kid - simple plan, closer - nine inch nails, super rich kids - frank ocean, the family jewels- marina, youngblood - 5 seconds of summer, daddy issues - the neighbourhood

future !!

in the future, freddy and gang will hopefully break the curse of coolsville and free their town. it also means freddy would have to face his father. how that ends i don’t know. only time will tell.

freddy would continue to run mystery inc in the future, make it a whole business that travels outside of elias. the gang would probably travel all over the world solving mysteries.

he would write a book about his experiences. from his true origins to the biggest case of his life. a movie would be adapted, like a whole franchise could come from mystery inc.

the biggest thing is .. i want freddy to heal man has so much baggage and pain. he deserves to love and be loved. he deserves to have some peace. would love to see a therapy arc. he would discover who freddy actually is since he’s played a part his whole life.

the idea of family and being a parent would scare him. he would think he wouldn’t be at being a husband or father because of his upbringing but it think because of it freddy would work hard to break the cycle. he’d also have to work hard to be a good dad and father. he’d have doubts, of course, but if he grows like i hope it won’t be as hard.

songs associated with this time frame : self care - mac miller, once in a lifetime- all time low, seventeen going under - sam fender, therapy, all time low, i still believe - tim capello

taken connections

brad chiles & judy reeves / birth parents .

frederick jones, sr. / adoptive father .

daphne baykam / ex-girlfriend, 1/4 mystery inc .

shaggy rogers / friend , 1/4 mystery inc .

velma dinkley / friend , 1/4 mystery inc .

serena fain / friend .

wanted connections

fellow paranormal lovers : if your characters loves spooky things hit up elias’ resident detective [ open ]

hookups : freddy’s been in elias for a long ass time. it’s only natural he’d meet with some people here ... and there ... trying to fill a space that be ... craving the touch of another human aha... [ open ]

enemies : he’s not always the nicest so i’m sure freddy’s ruffled some feathers here and there [ open ]

sibling ship : freddy’s an only child so i’d love for him to have a relationship with someone that’s like a sibling to him whether it be older or younger [ open ]

drunk friends : aka two people who do not spend time together sober but get along only when drunk. [ open ]

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scullysflannel · 3 years

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☕️ + william/jackson’s characterization in the revival

in ghouli: perfect. he’s so fucked up, and he should be. I love his curiosity and his anger. he’s almost too smart for his own good. he’s into rockets and baseball like his bio dad, but I love that james wong as an adoptive parent was so sensitive to not invalidating jackson's adoptive parents; they raised him. I absolutely buy james wong's jackson as mulder and scully's son, and I think his rough edges are the point. he suffered for not being raised by mulder and scully, but he means well. I don't recognize chris carter's characterization though. he villainized mulder and scully's son for the sole purpose of legitimizing the pregnancy he invented, even though that pregnancy only existed because cc decided he didn't care to devote screentime to jackson's pain. why does chris carter hate consequences

#anon #i love jackson in ghouli!!! chris carter don't interact

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nostalgicphile · 4 years

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About The X-Files finale...

(Disclaimer: I am not justifying how poorly the XF finale was written. I am not a CC apologist. I simply love the characters and I want to assume the best in and for them. Also, for the sake of argument, I am going with the “canon” thrust upon us: that William is not Mulder’s biological son. It’s 100% okay to disagree with that notion - not even sure of my stance - but that’s not what this particular post about.)

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Okay. It’s taken me three years to face The X-Files finale...but let’s talk a little bit about it. Mulder’s journey is this episode is absolutely insane when you think it about it. He is reunited with his “son” but later discovers not only does this kid have the power to implode people, he isn’t biologically related to him. I think on some level - perhaps because William wasn’t sharing his visions with him, perhaps because of Skinner, perhaps because he always suspected “interference” by someone, Mulder knew this. But that didn’t stop him from loving William. That didn’t stop him from wanting to believe.

This episode repeatedly explores what makes a “father” or “mother.” Mulder witnesses his biological father murder “him.” Mulder then kills his bio-dad. I mean, this is already more than most people could handle. He is clearly traumatized, even before Scully tells him about William - a boy who, incidentally, just took a bullet in the head for Mulder. Some bonds are stronger than biology.

I found it particularly interesting that what struck Mulder at the end when Scully tells him the truth about William wasn’t that he isn’t William’s father; it’s that he isn’t a father at all. In other words, being a father had, on some level, become part of his identity, was solace he had been clinging to. It’s not something we saw a lot from Mulder (as compared to Scully) but only in snippets, as when he sat holding a photo of William at the end of Founder’s Mutation:

“What am I if I’m not a father?”

In that moment, Mulder is devastated: He’s not a son. He’s not a father. His hope is clearly diminished.

Then, there is Scully. To Mulder, she immediately denies she was ever a mother in the first place. I don’t buy it. This woman, who yearned for a baby, cried in Mulder’s arms at losing her ‘last chance’ in Per Manum, carried and agonized over this baby throughout her pregnancy, gave birth to him under life-threatening circumstances, nursed and sang to him as an infant, and made the ultimate sacrifice to protect him...she didn’t feel she was a mother?

“I’m asking you to let him go. He knows that that you love him.”

Scully knew that, just as when he was an infant, she could only protect William by letting him go. It’s heartbreaking that she is forced to do this again. But this time, it’s William himself asking her, while reassuring her that he feels her love. She isn’t abandoning him.

Scully tells Mulder about William in the way she does so Mulder can let go and move forward. She is pregnant, carrying Mulder’s baby, a child that is unequivocally his. Given all she’s been through and all that lies ahead, she needs him. So she is forced to tell him the truth about William and strip away a part of him, then hand it back to him in a completely unexpected way that would change everything for him - and for them as a couple forever.

In the end, Mulder has been and is a father....however you want to define it. Scully is a mother. The new baby is their redemption, a chance to do all the things they missed with William. They can raise their child in a non-CSM-influenced world, armed with the knowledge that William is changing the dire fate he originally foresaw. He is free. And so are Mulder and Scully.

#The X-Files #series finale #My Struggle IV #MSR #meta #analysis analysis #Cate's random rambling

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slippinmickeys · 4 years

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Five Seconds (5/8)

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October 15, 2018

The leaves were beginning to change outside the window; the maples turning russet, the birch yellow. Scully felt pendulous and gravid, the child in her belly more active than her previous two combined. Sleep was becoming difficult, but by day they’d fallen into a comfortable routine, safe and unmolested from the dangers that were beginning to feel as though they had never existed at all.

She stretched and left Mulder, half his face obscured by his pillow, his lips soft and pliant in sleep. A fresh pot of decaf awaited her in the kitchen, its automatic timer set by Mulder late last night.

The kids were still asleep, as far as she could tell -- she'd heard Lily come home well after midnight. She'd been up reading anyway when her daughter had popped her head into their bedroom door and whispered "I'm home." The girl had been wearing a small smile and Scully recognized the look. Lily was falling in love.

Will shuffled into the kitchen sleepily, a palm rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He approached Scully where she stood at the counter and put an arm around her shoulder, leaning on her. He still smelled like the sleepy little boy who liked to cuddle into her side to watch nature shows when he was six.

"Morning Mom," he said, taking a snuffly breath. He leaned down and rested his cheek against her head (he was almost as tall as Mulder, though still as skinny as a maypole). Scully wrapped her arm around his waist and pulled him in closer. Affection from her kids was getting fewer and farther between now that they were active teenagers. She was determined to enjoy whatever she got.

"Morning," she said, giving his back a little rub, "you're up early."

"Yeah," he said on a yawn. "There's an open rink this morning and a couple of buddies are going. Is it okay if I join them?"

Scully nodded. "Just make sure you tell your dad, too. Know the exits before you go and keep an eye on the crowd."

Will squeezed her once and then let go, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter and holding up like James Bond. "Call me Double O Billy," he said and sidled back to his room off of Scully's bemused chuckle.

She spent an hour catching up on email that had been routed through the Gunmen and Darlene -- coded messages that they interpreted and sent to her mother, sister and brothers. Melissa was giving her a hard time about not letting her fly to Europe (where she thought they were) to be her doula when the time came to give birth. She was tempted to send Byers to her sister's house to explain exactly what was happening, but rejected the impulse. Their mother -- the only person other than the Gunmen and the X-Files triumvirate at the FBI who knew their situation (though not their location for her own protection) -- would talk her down eventually.

Mulder came padding up behind her as she closed the laptop and she felt a soft, drawn-out kiss on the side of her neck.

"Morning," he mumbled into her skin.

She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair, then turned to receive his kiss.

"Morning," she said.

"I’ll be back shortly. I'm going to drop Billy off at the ice complex and then take Lil to campus -- she suddenly started liking football."

"I think it's the company rather than the sport," Scully said, turning in her chair to face him.

"...I'm going to choose to believe my version," he said.

Scully reached out and linked their fingers briefly. "Tell her to be careful," she said, "she's spending a lot of time out of the house."

Mulder nodded and squeezed her fingers. "I will," he said, "and when I get back, I have a few ideas for how we can spend our child-free afternoon." He waggled his eyebrows at her and let go, backing out of the room like the charmer he was.

XxXxXxXxXxX

“So why UVA?” Travis asked her. He had his head propped up on an elbow and his other hand was wrapped loosely around her foot, his thumb rubbing circles into her arch. She was on the couch in his dorm room and he was on the floor -- she’d been helping him study for mid-terms. They had been officially dating for five weeks and had seen each other at least every other day in that time. He’d introduced her to a couple of friends as his girlfriend.

“What?” she asked. It was hard enough to concentrate while getting a foot massage, and she’d been staring at the index cards in front of her, trying to find a question that would stump him.

“Why are you going to UVA? Brain like yours, you could have gone anywhere. I don’t think I’ve ever asked you why there.”

“Other than the in-state tuition?” She had told him that they’d moved from Virginia, but hadn’t elaborated.

“Other than that,” he smiled.

“I’ve always wanted to. When I was a kid, my dad would occasionally get called in to consult there and he would take me with him. I kinda fell in love with it.”

“What did your dad consult on?” he asked, “You don’t talk about your parents much.”

Travis tapped her other leg, and she switched feet, silencing a groan when his knuckle hit a particularly sensitive spot.

She had purposely avoided mentioning her family much and debated how much was safe to share.

“UVA has a Department of Perceptual Studies,” she said, and she saw him tilt his head in question.

“A department of what?”

“Perceptual studies,” she said, smiling, “it’s a research group devoted to the investigation of phenomena that challenge mainstream scientific paradigms regarding the nature of the mind/brain relationship.” Travis stopped rubbing her foot and looked at her. She went on, further quoting her dad’s friend Dr. Stevenson: “Their mission is the scientific empirical investigation of phenomena that suggest that currently accepted scientific assumptions and theories about the nature of mind or consciousness, and its relation to matter, may be incomplete.”

“You’re shitting me,” he said.

“I shit you not.”

“What kind of phenomena?” He narrowed his eyes at her.

She tried not to smile, “ESP, poltergeists, near-death experiences, out-of-body experiences, claimed memories of past lives.”

“And what did they want with your father?” he asked, sitting up.

She shrugged. “He’s a shrink,” she said, being deliberately vague.

“This is an accredited university?” He teased her. She kicked at him, and he ducked out of the way and laughed, then looked at her thoughtfully. “You know, I myself had an out-of-body experience with Trudy Carmichael under the bleachers when I was sixteen. Pretty sure I saw through time.”

Lily chuckled, then playfully challenged: “Do I need to worry about this Trudy Carmichael?”

“I doubt it,” he said, hanging his head, “I lost my virginity, and she lost my number. Not my finest hour.”

“A whole hour?,” Lily said wryly.

“One way to find out.”

He looked at her then and she looked back. The moment was charged and sat in between them. The truth was, Lily was still a virgin. She and Travis had messed around, but fairly innocently, and she’d demurred on action below the waist/under the clothes. “I’m not waiting for marriage,” she’d told him a few weeks back, but she did want to wait for love. If only she knew what that felt like.

“Hey, Frisbee,” Travis said when she didn’t say anything, “please don’t take this as a negotiation tactic -- you’ve been clear on your limits and I totally respect that -- and with the full understanding that you don’t need a reason, and you do you and all that -- but… do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what exactly?” she asked, clarifying.

“When I say ‘no pressure,’ I mean it,” he said, reaching out to squeeze her foot.

Lily looked around his sloppy dorm room. There were clothes strewn about, though mostly out of the way— socks balled up near the laundry hamper, a sweatshirt hanging on the back of a chair. The wooden loft that held his bed was posted around the couch, made of flimsy-looking two-by-fours, and did not look like it could hold his weight, much less hers in addition, and remained untried (though Travis swore it had passed inspection). His desk was more fastidiously kept, a reflection of his mind, a structured order in the midst of chaos. He was kind and smart. His smile could make her insides go liquid.

“Honestly?” she finally said, “it’s my parents.”

“Super religious?” he asked.

She had to stop herself from laughing. “No, it’s… My parents love each other. More than anyone I’ve ever known. Their love is like… romance film love. It’s practically written in the stars.”

He looked at her contemplatively. “That’s a lot to live up to,” he said. “Is that what it is?”

“Yes,” she said, then, “no.” It was and it wasn’t. She didn’t know if there was a love out there that could compare, she suspected there wasn’t. Her real hang-up, and she hadn’t been able to get it out of her head since she found her father’s first wedding picture in their attic -- was that her father had obviously made a mistake. What if she did too?

She laughed, annoyed at herself. This wasn’t Regency England. Sex didn’t mean marriage. It didn’t even necessarily mean love. Still...

“Come on,” she said, sitting up and grabbing for his class notes, “this bio exam isn’t going to take itself.”

XxXxXxXxXxX

A sound woke her. Her hips were in agony and sleeping was difficult, so initially she was more annoyed than anything; she could rarely line up more than 90 minutes straight of deep slumber. And then she heard it again.

She reached over, squeezed Mulder's bicep until she heard him sniff sharply awake and silently, pulled out the sidearm she kept inside her bedside table. Mulder, slipping out of bed without a word, pulled out his own gun and went to the door. He held up a hand, trying to tell Scully to stay back, but she shook her head angrily -- she would have his back whether he liked it or not.

When he moved into the hallway, she stepped on the back of his heel and he ended up ramming his shoulder into the doorframe. He swore low under his breath. They were out of sync.

She watched as he put his head into the kids rooms as he made his way down the hallway, nodding at her that they were both accounted for. One more thunk from the living room.

He sidled up to the wall that led to the room and backed up against it. He mouthed one-two-three and they went in, but where she usually went low and he went high, this time they rammed shoulders and stumbled into the room. Mulder flicked on the light when she finally had her weapon aimed true.

There, sitting on a high bookshelf sat Apgar, her black tail swishing merrily. Maintaining eye contact, she swiped one more of the professor's knick-knacks off the shelf and onto the floor.

Mulder dropped his weapon and heaved a sigh, tipping his head back in frustration. "Fucking cat," he hissed.

Mission completed, Apgar jumped down with a thump and weaved a figure eight between Mulder's legs.

"She must be hungry," Scully said.

"Hangry was invented by cats," Mulder mumbled, reaching down to pet the cat with his free hand.

"Our tactical coordination was atrocious," Scully said, flicking the light back off and holding her gun at her hip.

"Yes," Mulder agreed.

"When was the last time you went to the range?" she asked.

"It's been months," he said tiredly.

"We're going tomorrow," Scully said. Mulder knew better than to argue.

XxX

There were more than a few Molon Labe bumper stickers in the parking lot. Scully had to remind herself that they were in Michigan Militia territory. "Michitucky," she'd heard it called by a few guys at the Bureau. Nevertheless, she pulled up to the firing range with fire in her blood. She might not share their politics, but she would share their space, and show most of them up to boot.

They signed in and bought ammunition. She got a few extra looks for being a visibly pregnant woman, but most of the men (and they were all men) who were at the range gave her begrudging looks of approval. Mulder stood, standing straighter and closer than normal, practically growling at anyone who got too close. She had to admit that his fierce protective nature was more than a turn-on.

The range was outdoors -- different than what they were used to at Quantico. And where there were metal tables and dividers and state of the art equipment at the government facility, here it was all beat-to-shit plywood tables and sunburnt grass littered with shell casings and old ear plugs. They took the lane at the end.

They both loaded and checked their weapons, snugged earmuffs over their heads.

"You want to go first?" Mulder asked, double checking the safety on his pistol and setting it on the table behind their station.

"I can do that," Scully said, looking down at her Sig.

"Care for a little wager?" her husband asked.

"You can't afford me, Dr. Mulder," she said, admiring the still-lanky line of his physique.

He raised his eyebrows, and leaned back against the tall wobbly table. "Oh-ho," he said, "I suppose that depends on the currency." He had a smug look about him that she wanted to wipe off his face. She was a better marksman and more competitive than anyone gave her credit for.

"What are you offering?" she asked.

"Dishes?" he offered, "Laundry?"

"We had children for the menial labor," she challenged, "I can win this with one hand tied behind my back. Make it interesting for me."

He licked his lips. She had him.

"I liked the part about 'hands behind the back,'" he said, "Winner decides who wears the handcuffs."

"You're not exactly incentivizing this, Mulder."

He had a flushed look about him; his nostrils flared.

"Prove it," he said, and she felt a flush. Second trimester hormones could be a beautiful thing, she mused.

It took her several rounds before she got back into the groove. It actually had been too long since she'd practiced and she was rusty. Considering their current situation, she ought not to let it happen again. Her last few rounds were dead center. Once her clip was empty, she cleared her weapon and stepped back.

Mulder's turn.

He wasn't quite as out of practice as she was initially, which irritated her to no end. However, his fourth and fifth shots were a bit wide, and he ended around the edges.

When he was clear, she stepped back up and took a bracing breath. She raised her weapon and fired rapidly; all her shots were center mass except the last two, which she swung up and finished with perfect shots to the head of the paper dummy.

When Mulder stepped forward for his turn, she nudged him.

"How big would you say the back of the Yukon is?'" she asked casually.

His first three shots went wide.

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October 17, 2018

“Mom?” Lily asked. There was a hesitancy in her voice that made Scully look up from where she was chopping vegetables for dinner. “How did you know you loved Dad?”

Scully set the knife down and turned toward her daughter. “That’s a big question, Lil.”

“What’s a big question?” Mulder came breezing into the kitchen, shooting Scully an intrigued look.

Scully suspected something was up, but didn’t want to embarrass their daughter. Lily had always had an inquisitive streak and would occasionally come to Scully with problems or questions, but she was apt to clam up when pressed.

“Lily was asking me about how I fell in love with you,” Scully said, trying to catch Mulder’s eye.

“It was the day she met me, no doubt,” Mulder said. He grabbed an apple out of the bowl on the counter and shined it on his sleeve before taking a snappy bite. “I’m catnip to the ladies,” he said around the mouthful. Lily smiled. Scully rolled her eyes.

“Suddenly, I’m struggling to remember,” Scully said with mock derision. Mulder gave her a cheeky grin.

“Did you know right away?” Lily asked.

Scully paused. “Not… Not right away,” she said thoughtfully.

Lily looked back and forth between her parents. “I guess it was a long time ago, huh.”

“Love in a time of sarsaparilla,” Mulder said dreamily. Scully shook her head and he caught her eye. “It wasn’t that long ago, Lil,“ he went on, and Scully felt the low bloom of feeling that always accompanied a look from her husband. For as long as she lived, she would always remember the first time she felt it; on the Tooms case, when he’d hooked his finger in her necklace and pulled.

“No, what I mean is… it was complicated,” Scully clarified.

Lily nodded and turned to her father. “You were married. Before Mom.”

“Yes,” Mulder said.

“Did you love her? Your ex wife?”

“I thought I did.”

“When did you figure out that you didn’t?” Lily asked.

“When I met your Mom,” Mulder said.

“So what you felt with Mom…”

“... was so much bigger than I was, that I couldn’t contain it.”

Scully felt her eyes well up. Mulder still sometimes had the ability to make her feel things all the way down to her toes.

Lily smiled, but looked pensive.

"But you thought you loved this other woman? I mean, enough to marry her?" she asked.

Mulder narrowed his eyes at his daughter. "What are you asking, Lil?"

Lily shook her head, her cheeks pink. She grabbed a soda from the fridge and walked out of the room.

“Oh boy,” said Scully.

“What?” Mulder asked.

“Travis,” said Scully. “She’s trying to figure it all out.”

“Jesus, he didn’t propose, did he?” Mulder asked. The look on his face was enough to make her laugh, but she held it in.

Scully turned fully to Mulder and leaned back against the countertop, crossing her arms in front of her.

“You want to know what I think?” she asked. Mulder nodded. “She’s trying to decide whether or when to...” She made a vague gesture with her hands.

Mulder looked at her, still not understanding. Scully gave him the stare of the dotard husband.

“Mulder…” she said, glaring hard.

Realization dawned and Mulder swallowed. “I should have had that boy killed,” he said.

Scully turned back to the vegetables she’d been chopping. “Let’s refrain from wetwork while we’re on the lam.”

“I make no promises,” he said, and slid up behind her, stepping in close and putting his hands on her waist.

“I had the guys check him out by way of Darlene,” Scully said. “He is who he says he is. And he seems like a decent kid. Let’s let her navigate this on her own, huh?” She felt his fingers squeeze and then they drifted down to rest on her hips.

“I don’t like it,” he mumbled, and leaned down to rest his chin on her shoulder.

“You’re not supposed to,” she said. “But you do have to accept it, and trust that we raised her to make these decisions for herself.” She remembered being nineteen and in college and in love for the first time. “You want to hear about Kevin McAvoy, my freshman year boyfriend?”

Mulder squeezed his fingers again and then started to turn her slowly toward him. She set down the knife on the counter and let him. His head was bent toward her and she felt his breath fan her face.

“No,” he said, leaning even more into her personal space.

“I was his Little Red Corvette,” she said playfully, tipping her head back in challenge. He smiled, but she saw something rough pass through his eyes. “He’d put on Prince and --”

Mulder leaned down and silenced her with a kiss.

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In her room, Lily sat on the bed, the can of soda from the fridge sitting unopened on her bedside table. Condensation beaded on the side of it, sliding down silently to pool at the base, unnoticed.

Crusher liked to sleep on her pillow, and had left a black felted indent in the feathers, which Lily brushed away and fluffed. She looked about the room. Not much about it spoke of the young woman who slept there and had for months; no posters on the walls, no pennants hanging or pictures of friends. It was a sterile guest room decorated with the mute tones of an unmarried 60-something and lately it had been making her feel like she wasn't even herself.

She stood and walked to the desk, the one place she deposited her things. Her wallet, the phone Darlene had given her that she rarely used and usually kept switched off. Her purse was half hanging off -- likely knocked into such a position by a passing cat -- and when she righted it, she noticed the picture that sat under it. The photo of her father and an unfamiliar brunette, who's face conveyed confidence -- almost a smugness -- and a certain charm.

She stared at the picture. And she wondered.

XxX

October 20, 2018

Lily glanced over her shoulder when she sat, feeling as though she were doing something illegal, something fraught.

No one really used the computer labs anymore -- if you needed to, you could write an entire paper on your phone, though Lily found the practice ridiculous and immature. Nevertheless, there were one or two students sitting at the various desktops around the small library lab, and she checked to make sure no one was paying attention to what she was doing.

She tried to be careful. She had told Travis that she was hoping to log into the university's network to prep for some of the classes she’d be taking at UVA next semester and so she was using his password and login information. She'd checked to make sure there were no cameras on the area where she sat, and that her back was to the one aimed at the larger area.

With a bracing breath, she logged on.

It was surprising what you could find with a simple Google search, and the commonwealth of Virginia's vital records office would send you a copy of any marriage certificate for a fee of $45. Knowing better than to use a credit card, she'd opted for a more in depth search, and found what she was looking for in the Daily Press -- the local newspaper of record in Newport News, Virginia.

It was a wedding announcement, complete with two pictures -- one, the same picture she'd found in her parent's attic and the other of a similar style -- of Fox William Mulder and Lauren Edith Williams, married on August 17th, 1988. According to the article, Lauren had been a recent graduate of Georgetown University and had been employed at Schuster and McClure, a PR firm in the District of Columbia.

Lily looked at the new photograph on the screen before her. Her father looked so young. Only a few years older than herself. Lauren was pretty, had perfect posture, and was staring into the camera like a dare; her dress was all frills and white froth, the material of the dress ruched in large poofs at the shoulders, a crown of satin flowers around the lush brunette curls on her head. She looked like someone Lily wouldn't have dared talk to back in high school. She looked nothing like Lily's mother.

Lauren Edith Williams, she wrote down, and stared at the paper in front of her.

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October 21, 2018

Lily was on the bus when she noticed him. It was his age that first drew her attention. Most everyone that rode this route (it went right into campus) was either a student or a professor, and something about him seemed the antithesis of scholarly. He had a sharp face, was dressed in loose clothing, a plain, black ball cap pulled low over his head. His knee bounced where he sat. She thought she could make out a tattoo curling onto the skin under the sleeve of his jacket. He could have been custodial staff for all she knew, but her parents had raised her to trust her instincts, and something inside of her pinged.

He hadn’t so much as looked in her direction, but she reached up and pulled the cord that requested a stop anyway, keeping him in her periphery when the bus rolled to the next stop. She was five blocks further away than she would have liked -- she was supposed to meet Travis just off campus for lunch. The man didn't move or rise from his seat. Nevertheless, she ducked out of the back door and onto the sidewalk, shouldering her purse and pretending to look at her phone. Only when the bus left with the man still on it would she exhale. The bus had just started to roll forward when it chirped to a stop and the front doors opened. The man in the cap trotted down the steps and onto the sidewalk, glancing briefly at her before turning and walking slowly west. Adrenaline awash in her bloodstream, she turned east.

The man had had a nondescript face. He was of average height and build, not someone you'd notice. She wracked her brain trying to remember when or if she'd seen him before, and had a hazy recollection of someone who might have been him: waiting outside of Travis's dorm when she'd come to visit him a couple days prior, or maybe even standing behind her in line at a coffee shop the day before. She should have been paying closer attention. Her parents had taught her to pay closer attention. Up until she'd done a search on her father and his ex-wife, she had. Lily silently cursed at herself.

She looked at her reflection in the shop windows along Grand River Avenue, trying to catch a glimpse behind her. She caught movement, but there were plenty of other people walking up and down the sidewalk. She needed a better look.

She swung up the stairs of the Student Union when she came to it a moment later, remembering walking in with her brother and dad only the month before, and felt the sharp pang of guilt.

When she reached the top of the staircase, she stopped to retie her shoe, glancing back behind her as she did so. The man in the cap was there, and had paused a ways away, looking down at his phone. Lily finished fiddling with her shoe and casually walked to the door, holding it open for a girl who was coming out, her heart hammering in her chest as she did so. Through the large doorway was a wide set of stairs going both up and down. When the door closed behind her, she bolted down the stairs to her right. There were a number of study spaces and she could pass through each one fairly quickly -- the day was busy and there were students everywhere; if she was lucky she could get lost in the crowd.

She ducked through the main lounge and past the small coffee shop on the lower level, looking behind her. She saw nothing, but that didn't mean he still wasn't coming. Seeing the full racks of clothing in the Spirit Shop across the hallway, she went inside, bending down to pretend to look at a few items on the bottom shelf.

Peering through underneath the hanging shirts, she watched as the man in the black cap came down the hallway outside of the shop and paused, turning toward it. Her heart leapt to her throat. He did a slow turn and then turned to keep walking. She kept her head down.

From the corner of her eye she caught her own reflection in the mirror outside the tiny dressing room -- she was wearing a bright blue shirt and her hair -- as bright and reflective as a stop sign, and always a part of herself she was fond of -- would give her away.

She stood, scanning the hallway outside the shop, and then she hastily pulled a green knit cap off a nearby shelf and pulled the tag off, shoving it over her head and tucking her hair up under it as quickly as she could. She grabbed a large tee shirt off the rack nearest her and took it plus the hat's tag to the counter, pulling some cash that her parents always had her carry out and plunking it on the counter.

"I don't need a receipt, thanks," she told the young woman helping her, and turned away.

"But what about your change?" the girl called after her.

"Tip jar," she said, turning back and keeping her voice low.

Once outside the store, she pulled the tee shirt over her head and made her way for the lower level exit that emptied onto campus. Seeing no one behind her, she took the steps out as fast as they would carry her and ran.

XxX

Darlene narrowed her eyes at Lily, and opened the door. “Quickly,” she said.

“Thanks,” Lily said, as Darlene let her into the house, peering around the block. “I didn’t want to use the phone.”

“I get it,” Darlene replied as she ushered Lily into her kitchen, where Lily sank onto one of the stools that sat before the peninsula of the counter.

"You want a lemonade or something, kiddo?" Darlene asked, leaning forward against the counter herself and giving Lily an expectant look -- there was more to it than just polite hospitality.

"No, thanks," Lily said, feeling the weight of Darlene's gaze and her own guilt in equal measure.

"Did you do something stupid?" Darlene asked outright and Lily, taken aback, sat up straighter, but didn't answer, thus confirming Darlene's clear suspicion. "How bad?"

"I think they found us."

Darlene huffed a breath. "Elaborate," she said.

"I... I ran a search. A couple days ago, in the university library. I was careful, but maybe not careful enough."

"What did you search?"

"My dad's ex-wife."

Darlene gave a low whistle. "Kiddo," she said, a statement.

"I know."

"Have you considered just asking him about her?"

Lily hugged herself.

"I have. I did. But… I wanted to know. For me. I don't want his version of this woman. I wanted to see for myself who she was. Is."

Darlene moved to the window and peered out, lowering the blinds as she did so. "Did you find what you were looking for?"

Lily once again felt a pang of guilt. She looked down. "Not really."

Darlene moved around the counter to a sideboard table on the dining room side of the counter and began shuffling through a drawer.

"What makes you think they found you?" she asked.

"I think there's someone following me," Lily said, "I think maybe I’ve seen him a couple of times on campus, but I don’t know. I lost him and came here."

"Just one someone?"

Lily began to second guess herself.

"I think so?"

When Darlene straightened from the sideboard she was holding a pistol.

"Call your father right now, and tell him to get over here. Armed." Darlene's words were cold and calm. Lily's stomach dropped in her gut.

She reached for Darlene's phone, a relic from another time which hung on the wall, its cord coiled like a snake.

Darlene walked to the sliding glass door as she dialed the numbers, each tone sounding long and drawn out, Darlene pulled the long curtains closed with a snap.

"Dad?" Lily said, when Mulder answered.

"Hey Lil!" he sounded so relaxed, excited just to talk to her though he'd seen her that morning.

"Dad, I'm at Darlene's. She says to get over here. She said to bring your gun."

She heard his sharp inhale. “I’m coming,” he said, and then she heard a dial tone.

"Lily," said Darlene, walking over to her computer, which was booted up and sitting on her dining room table, cords snaking out of it and across the floor. She quickly typed hunt-and-peck with her right hand, the gun still clutched in her left. "I want you to go into the top right drawer in my dresser. In a small lockbox, code 9-10-9-3, you'll find an old Nokia phone. It should be fully charged. It’s untraceable. Do not turn it on. Take it. Put it somewhere safe -- your bra or your sock or underwear. Then get under my bed."

Lily walked to the hallway, her body on autopilot, her heart hammering and her blood roaring in her veins.

Darlene finished typing, clicked a few things with her mouse and then peeked an eye out the closed curtain toward the backyard, tapping the gun against the side of her thigh.

Pausing in the hallway, Lily turned back to Darlene.

"Is someone coming?" Lily asked.

"Kid," Darlene said, shooting her a look, "they're already here."

#MSR #AU #Sequel #Of the Eight Winds #shits getting real for the mulder family #fanfic #XF #my fic

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noszkass · 3 years

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topher everette dane.

twenty six. line cook. dylan o'brien.

beware of the dog. he is very sarcastic.

content warning: child neglect, foster care, adoption, drug use (exclusively 🍃; unless his dad asks. then, he doesn't know what you're talking about. mary jane who? sorry, name doesn't ring a bell).

dominant traits: kind-hearted, enthusiastic, witty, caring, sensitive, big lazy unmotivated, comical, energetic, curious, flippant, laid-back, playful, honest, loyal, supportive, protective, inconsistent, immature, inattentive/easily distracted, tactless, anxious, clumsy, people pleasing, a tad insecure, unorganized.

fictional parallels: ace (nancy drew cw); clint barton (marvel comics, not mcu); evan buckley (911 fox); fox mulder (x-files); hannibal king (blade trinity); kenzie malikov (lost girl); scoobert doo (scooby doo); shawn spencer (psych); stiles stilinski (teen wolf); xander harris (btvs).

○ topher was born to a mother who cared more about her next fix and how to get it, than any of the children she kept wracking up. he'd never met his father (none of them had), not that he'd have been able to point him out in a line-up from the revolving door of partners his mother had coming through their small two bedroom apartment. he spent the majority of his youth taking care of his younger siblings the best he could while the eldest did all they could to keep food on the table. which ultimately, was their undoing. one call to cps and a ten year old toph found himself with a new family with no idea what had happened to his siblings. so much for not splitting them up. luckily for him, the dane's turned out to be great people. he can only hope the other prichard kids had the same outcome.

○ the downside to being raised in a good family? there are suddenly expectations of you. and, to cyril dane─who is by all counts topher's father at this point in time─toph just never seems to hit his mark. he never seems happy or as satisfied with the life dear ol' dad strives for him to have. hell, he went to college just to keep the man happy and it was easily the worst experience of his life (that of with his mother, not excluded. what? experience is subjective!) to be honest, he just doesn't have it in him to commit. i mean, other than to the diner he's been working at since he'd practically hit puberty. no desk job or proper title or, hell, even a fireman's badge could make him as content as he is standing in a hot kitchen making mediocre food and bullshitting with his favorite kind of people in the world. much to his father's dismay.

○ toph is the kind of guy who a thousand percent believes in the paranormal and extraterrestrials and all of the not-so-human history of mw, but absolutely doesn't want to go into the looking for aliens? why? why would we do that? for what reaso─fine. i'll go, because you're going, but i'll complain the entire time! and i want pizza after! regardless of his many (and i mean many) attempts of convincing objections, he loves it a hell of a lot more than he lets on. and those weekends he spends with mystery inc? well. he looks forward to that shit all damn week long.

plot hooks;

the dane family. adopted family headed by cyril danes. check out syl's plothooks! (tw: cult involvement in papa dane’s history!)

bio siblings + mother. as said above, toph was adopted when he was younger after his mom failed to be able to take care of he and his siblings properly. at this time he's never really had much contact with them, being separated and such. i think it'd be cool if one of them showed up one day looking for family to connect to? or even his mom which would be... so so much drama. none of the kids ever knew their fathers either, so that could also be interesting?

the rest of the gang. noor made a mystery inc. group that toph here is the scooby of! fred and shaggy are still open and so very needed! i lowkey would love if the fred and toph always bumped heads a bit bc he doesn't take shit seriously and fred is obv the leader and is probably like, jfc dude, take your adderall. and if the shaggy could be his absolute best friend i would cry?? (x)

the rejects employees of starlight diner. honestly, topher is probably working more than he is at home just because he gets bored hella easily and idk if he’s working he can at least not feel guilty about being an active disappointment lol make some co-workers?? (x)

#halfmoonrp #type: blurb #ch: topher dane #hi i forgot to actually post this and it's been sitting in my drafts with me THINKING i had posted it so.#here ya go rofl

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lilydalexf · 4 years

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Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Vickie Moseley

Vickie Moseley has 252 stories at Gossamer, some of which have also made their way to AO3. She has obviously contributed a ton to the fandom over the years! I’ve recced some of my favorites of her stories here before, including Giving Thanks, Stunned, and a bunch of post-eps for particular episodes, including “Firewalker” and “Pine Bluff Variant.” Big thanks to Vickie for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Not really. Well, actually, it has always surprised me that anyone would read my stories even during the heyday of the series, but that’s my self-consciousness talking. That people are discovering The X-Files is not at all surprising and that they are stumbling on fan fic is a natural extension and I find that wonderful. My husband and I never watched Grimm when it was on network TV and we’re currently going through that series, so it’s the streaming-on-demand-there-isn’t-anything-new-on-TV times we find ourselves.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

Friendships. I have a group of women that I’ve been friends with for over 20 years. Until this year we gathered in person every year. We are in contact on Facebook messenger all the time and a conversation will start up just out of thin air when we haven’t conversed for months! It’s been wonderful knowing these women from all parts of the country (and the world for that matter).

And strangely enough, medical research. My writing tended to focus on ‘injured Mulder’ (or Mulder Torture as we termed it) and I also liked reading that in fan fic. Two years ago this managed to help me in real life. My husband experienced a bilateral pneumothorax (both lungs collapsed spontaneously). One of my favorite stories that I have read and reread is “Short of Breath” by the incomparable dee_ayy. She did some serious research while writing that story and it’s all in that fan fiction. I’m not saying it’s the same as a medical degree, but I knew what was happening, why the doctors where performing certain procedures and it really eased my mind as we went through the whole experience. I never would have known what was going on if I hadn’t read that story so many times.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Email was the ‘social media’ for the day. That, and newsfeeds. There were two newsfeeds in the beginning: the official FOX website had a message board, and there was one on ‘alt.tv’ which was an internet newsfeed where fans posted spoilers and discussed episodes. The alt.tv newsfeed got tired of the fan fic writers posting stories so a separate newsfeed was formed just for fan fic. EMXC, which was an AOL mailing list, was invite only and somewhat exclusive at first, but opened up to everyone. When the old OSU (Ohio State University) mailing list turned into Gossamer and Ephemeral, the fandom, and fan fic just skyrocketed.

But what you lived for the most, as a writer, was actual feedback. Emails from people all over who read your story. It was nice to get a quick ‘Hey, read this and really like it!’ but the wonderful emails, the ones you kept in folders on your inbox, were the ones that went into detail, sometimes critical, sometimes grammar related, but always showing where you could improve, or where you touched someone. Every friend I have from the fandom started as feedback, either to me or from me. I’m on AO3 and I appreciate ‘kudos’ but I really love getting comments.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

Confidence in my writing. I learned a lot from other writers. Constructive feedback was a gift! I may never write the great American novel but I don’t think I’m afraid to give it a shot after all my years in fan fic.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

They had me at ‘aliens’. I’m a sucker for UFO shows. Was front row center at Close Encounters of the Third Kind, read many of the UFO standards, still watch Ancient Aliens on History Channel. I was waiting for The X-Files based on the tiny blurb in the 1993 Fall Preview Guide from TV Guide.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I kinda got fired from a job I loved and couldn’t go back into that arena for a long time. I was so depressed I was cleaning out my kitchen cabinets. My husband ‘gave’ me the internet for my birthday just to get me out of the dumps. I went straight to ‘yahoo’ and typed in X Files. After reading all the character bios I saw a ‘hyperlink’ (yes, that’s what we called them in 1995) to something called ‘fan fiction’. It was the OSU tree directory of about 100 fan fiction stories. I was instantly hooked.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I still love the show and all the fans I run across. I was not happy with S8 or S9 but I did watch The Truth. I was on Haven for a while during the reboots (S10 and S11) but it wasn’t the same. I’ve got all the seasons on DVD or blu ray and both movies. When I hear from fans, I’m so happy to connect but I don’t go out and look for new stories anymore.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

None. My heart belongs to Mulder ;)

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

Captain Kirk, Spock, Captain Picard, Will Riker, Luke, Han, Leia, Poe, Rae, Kylo at the end. I like strong characters but it’s OK if they have flaws. I’d like to see more strong female leads in science fiction (Gammora and Nebula are favs of mine, too). I love Brea Larson’s portrayal of Captain Marvel!

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

Sure. When the Pandemic hit we started going through the series for maybe the 20th time. It’s nice to watch them on a larger TV screen. Kim Manners was a genius with lighting and showing just enough of the ‘monster’. I suspect he will be better appreciated in the future than he was at the time he was alive.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I still go back and read my favorites from XF. I read Blood Ties by Dawn about once a year, the whole series. I go back and read the Virtual Season X seasons. We had some really good stories in those years.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

Too many to list! Dawn, of course. Susan Proto (I co-wrote with her), Sally Bahnsen, dee_ayy, Suzanne Bickerstaff’s Magician Series was the first (and only) fantasy I ever truly liked! I loved all my co-writers and there are plenty of writers that I wish we’d gotten around to collaborating.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

I’m proud of Out of the Cold because it’s Mulder before Scully. I’m partial to the Flight Into Egypt series because I like ‘righting’ what I thought Carter got wrong in the end.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I keep trying! I’m working (have been working for almost a decade now) on a Flight Into Egypt story set at Christmas. Each fall I drag it out of mothballs, write a paragraph or two and get busy doing Christmas stuff. Funny, but it was easier to find time to write when I was a working mom of 6 than as a retired grandma of 3.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

I’m putting together a cookbook for my kids and grandkids of all our family recipes. It’s not just the recipes, but the stories behind them. It’s a WIP (work in progress).

Where do you get ideas for stories?

I had a book, just a cheap paperback of unexplained events—all true stories, supposedly—that I got a lot of ideas from. Or, like Carter, I would see something in the news and it would turn into a story. One time I had a dream about our Pur water filter and it turned into a fan fic.

What's the story behind your pen name?

My older sister named me because my Mom and Dad let her. I never used a pen name. That’s my real name, you can google me and find out all about me. I used to have a wiki page or so my kids told me.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

My kids used to tell their friends that ‘Mom is famous on the internet’ as a joke. Most of my friends know. My other life is in politics and the two lives usually don’t cross but once on a campaign I was asked by a reporter if I was the ‘same’ Vickie Moseley who writes fan fiction. If I had lied, that would have been the story—that I lied about this hobby of mine. Like it was something to be ashamed of or I was ashamed of my writing. So instead of ducking the question I said ‘yeah, have you read any of my stuff?’ Fan fiction was not mentioned in the finished article.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

I’m on AO3 but only a partial list. My website is still up thanks to Mimic.

Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

Back when I started writing (1995) it was a sort of commune. We all loved reading fan fiction, we didn’t want the story to end with the credits. So if you wanted to read, you were encouraged to write, too, so that others had stories to read and share. It was a cooperative arrangement very much like the old Literary Societies back in the 19th Century. I really miss that, so I hope that on some level that is still going on.

(Posted by Lilydale on November 10, 2020)

#new post #old school x #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #xf fanfic author interviews #vickie moseley

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cultureisdarkbeer · 4 years

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Road to All Things

Read New Chapter 5 Here

Excerpt from Ch. 3:

31 December 1999

In his peripheral vision Scully’s head was tilted back, elongating the silky column of her neck. One day he had hoped to sufficiently explore the skin there. Dick Clark, along with the rest of times square and most likely the entire time zone, let out a loud, Happy New Year! And just like that, it was the year 2000. Auld Lang Syne played on the TV speaker while streamers drifted and confetti fell like colorful snowflakes. The camera zoomed in on a couple kissing and Mulder darted his eyes to the left, Scully watched seemingly enraptured, with a small smile creeping at the corner of her mouth.

The moment had moved him and he wanted to share it with her. Would she stop him? He turned and slowly dipped his head, their eyes met and casually his lips joined hers. Lightly, gently, he explored the purse of her lips, a soft kiss to introduce the new year. A first kiss. It was nothing that he thought it would be. No fireworks, but no awkward noses brushing, their lips matching up perfectly. Sweetly. Maybe there were a few bottle rockets in his heart. Pulling away, he felt suddenly shy like he had exposed too much. She tilted her head and he couldn’t quite read her reaction, but as their kiss transformed into a smile it warmed his insides.

“The world didn’t end.”

“No, it didn’t.”

“Happy New Year, Scully.”

“Happy New Year, Mulder.”

He put his good arm around her as she leaned into him and they headed out the door into the night.

Mulder had never felt this selfish or this close to coming undone in all his life. That innocent kiss had ignited a flame that could have melted the sun. His meds had started to wear, the pain in his arm quite sharp. Scully had left his hospital room long enough for him to verify that the pain meds would not interfere with his brain meds. Fear trickled down his back when he thought that he had left his other prescriptions frivolously on the counter. Luckily, she headed for the bathroom when they arrived and he darted into the kitchen, ripping the label off and destroying it while hiding the bottle in the back of his highest shelf. She returned with his painkillers and her shirt buttoned down for him to see enough cleavage to need to nonchalantly adjust the bulge forming underneath his pants.

“I can help you with your shirt,” Scully offered and he raised his brow for the sake of humor.

“Or you could sleep with it on,” she tossed back.

He squeezed his eyes shut as she lifted his shirt from his back. His arm ached as if it was cracking. “Does your head hurt?” she asked in response, her fingertips brushing his forehead near the hairline and he shook it slowly, wetting his lips, and swallowing hard. Everything tonight was taking on new meaning. He could feel every contact her body made with his. She shifted again to complete her inspection, her voice low and soft, “they did a good job. It should heal nicely.”

Scully opened the tube of salve to apply it to her own scrapes. “I’m not a doctor, but I think I could handle that if you let me,” Mulder offered.

The space between them seemed infinitely smaller than usual. Scully sat down on the couch next to him and he couldn’t even breathe properly. Carefully he applied the cloudy soft gel to her tender satin skin. For too many minutes he considered touching the soft strands of her rose colored hair. Watching as her shoulders rose and fell; he closed his eyes and took in her vanilla scent. It allowed his mind to drift to that moment she hugged him so tight, elated that he agreed to be her baby’s bio dad. With his eyes remaining closed he also felt slightly dizzy and a heaviness in the forehead region. Shit. His meds were taking over.

When his eyes opened he could see his happiness mirrored on her face. It made his whole body lighter, or maybe that was the meds, but it gathered enough in him to say, “Next year at this time, there could be a little you and me running around.”

Her blue diamonds glistened in light of his statement. “Could be.” Her voice cracked on the words, and Mulder felt something tighten at the base of his throat. That was when he noticed her fingers trembling, like she was terror-stricken. He reached out and wrapped her hand around his. Scully froze, her expression carefully blank.

His stomach did a slow roll as he looked down at her. “What’s the matter?”

She frowned. “Nothing.”

“Yes it is. You’re shaking.”

She held his gaze and squeezed his hand. Her lashes wet with fear, her lips close enough to almost brush against. “It’s such a long shot, Mulder.”

“But I believe in you, Scully. There’s always room for a miracle and that’s why we can’t give up.” There was a duality in his words, but she would only understand the singular meaning. Her eyes turned molten, and her gaze dropped to lick him up and down. He could see it in her eyes what was coming, he didn’t know if it was the pain meds, his brain meds, or the injuries, but he didn’t have the strength to stop her. The hot lightning he felt the first time their lips touched returned as she pressed hers to his again.

Pure white heat sharply burned in all the right places. His jaw matched hers as it flexed and pushed harder against her mouth, his tongue needily slipping inside as his hand cupped her face, bringing his legs underneath him to face her. Their kisses deepened, slick and hungry, Scully’s gravity pulling him up on his knees to get closer, to have more of her. They rose, never breaking their kiss, any pain in his arm quickly slipped away with the mix of dopamine, adrenaline, and lust. There was no question that his heart was beating quicker than logic considering they hadn’t left the couch. Then his body twitched and his eyes snapped open.

Scully pulled back. “Mulder, are you all right? Why are you breathing so… hard?” Her words fell away as her eyes dropped to his waist. He lowered his own sightline to see the head of his cock peeking out the top of his waistband.

When Mulder’s gaze landed on Scully, his features twisted into a grimace. “Scully.. I.. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… that’s not what I want..”

Instinctively she ran her fingers through the hair at his temple, tracing her way to the back of his head. She twisted her wrist a bit and started to kneed his neck. Mulder released a low groan, his body tensing against her own. His panting breaths tickled the exposed part of her chest. It wasn’t soothing like her intention, instead it made her needy, warmth spreading deep in her belly. Their feelings had deepened and nuanced since her bout with cancer, and everything that occurred these past few months, and now, sitting here with him, felt like the eye of a tornado.

Images flashed behind her eyes of his barely contained velvet monster, but instead of it tucked in his pants, it was deep inside her, blazing a trail of sparks and light. Her, being so full from him, everywhere, friction reaching her core, growing wetter around him as he stretched her to madness. Scully rubbed at the tense spots on his neck, increasing her force with each thought, their breaths coming fast and dire. Years of suppressed fantasies rushing in, aching her center. Mulder’s body stiffened once more against her. She could hear his breath catch. “Scully..”

Her fingers played through his hair, then stroked gently down to the nape of his neck. He moaned like he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Mulder’s hand reached up to fold around hers drawing both their hands to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding.

He leaned in and repeated, “Scully…” For a moment, he suspended his breath against her ear, the scruff of his face against her cheek. Then it was her turn to shudder, her legs shifting against his, as he rasped out, “Please, stop.”

“Mulder, what is it?” She could feel her throat tight and her lids heavy.

His forehead touched her own and he moaned, “It’s too good.”

Scully’s sightline lowered and Mulder drew his rigid slender frame away from her, exposing the outline of the long thick rod straining against his pants. The shaft, so big it was bent towards the left in its confinement. Mulder reached down melding his hand around it, trying to shield it from her sight. Her gaze swept up towards his face, but out of the corner of her eye she saw the dark bared tip trapped between his waistband and his chiseled belly. Dear God, it was big. Desire coursed through her, clenching the center region of her hips. She blinked up at him.

Mulder’s unslung hand was now spread over his abs, only partly able to hide his sex from her eyes. It was so long and thick, even his huge hand couldn’t shield all of it.

He shook his head, his face a ripe tomato red. His jaw tightened as he shook again and closed his eyes. “Scully, you should go,” he said, his voice breathless.

Scully’s heart was hammering as if it might give out. It was surreal, being in this moment, with Mulder, on his couch. Her hand came up to touch his rough cheek. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed. And going home is not what I want to do right now.” Scully could hardly breathe as she spoke those words, her cheeks burning white hot, almost in tears, the words exposing so much of her desires it sent shockwaves through her.

Time froze around them as his breath grew faster, heavier. Mulder’s jaw tightened and his features tensed. He leaned in close enough for his chest to brush hers. “Then, I want you to touch me, Scully.”

His hand fell away, but Scully was too fear stricken to not leave his eyes. With their lips barely a breath apart, her hands blindly fumbled with the top button of his pants and carefully drew down his zipper. Mulder moaned and closed his eyes, his mouth parting and eyelids falling heavy, fluttering against her cheek; his sling leaning into her abdomen as Scully reached inside and ran her fingertips around his cock. It felt painfully engorged as her hand danced along the thick curves, up and down from tip to base, long solid strokes, not leaving his eyes, her pulse now between her legs, pounding harder than it ever had before. Scully whimpered, feeling his pleasure in her own core, the noise slipping accidentally from her lips. Her fingers twisted over the tip, tugging upwards and Mulder pulled his pants and boxers farther down, until they gathered against the couch cushion at his knees.

Scully couldn’t look away. Her own knees trembled. She slowed her pace, squeezing the crown. Mulder gasped and moaned, his eyes focused on hers. She paused and he exhaled, she could feel him swelling at her grip. “Scully, we should stop. Knowing you would want to is enough.”

Her eyes fell, Scully needed to give herself a minute to take heed to his words, but was met with his cock, pointing proudly up at her. It was so.. thick and... long. So perfect. Heat zinged through her at a fever pitch. So high she broke out in a sweat. “But it’s not enough for me .”

The look on his face almost made her die from desire. “No?”

“No,” she answered him in a thick low whisper, kissing him gently.

Scully’s hand glided down towards the base and then back up as they kissed, spreading her fingers, rubbing over him with the shaft between her thumb and forefinger until she reached the tip again, tracing the rim. His hips jerked forward and he moaned.

They deepened their kiss in desperation, his good hand stroking gently up and down her arm as she continued pumping his stiff marble length. This time when she reached the base she held it with one hand and used the other to lightly caress and tug the swollen sac below. It drew up with her light touch, turning the area between her own legs into a yawning ache. The reaction made two of her fingers reach beneath to tickle the area behind it.

“Oh shiiit,” Mulder cried out in a raspy breath, squeezing her arm hard enough to leave a bruise. He pulled her into him in a hug, his body an oven against her.

“Is this really happening?” he breathed into her neck.

“Yes,” Scully confirmed in a whimper.

“I’m not hallucinating from the medication?”

“You’re not,” she confirmed, giving him small kisses along his cheek and then she whispered in his ear, “Tell me how you like it.”

The request pulsed through him and he throbbed harder against her palm. This was Scully and the reality of that was turning him on more than anything. He swallowed down the scream of joy caught in his throat and choked out, “harder..”; she firmed up her grip. The pleasure tightened his groin, ran up his spine, and lit up the tip of his skull like a solar flare. It had never felt this good and it was only her hand. “Jesus, Scully.” Need inside him grew and he grunted, “ Faster,” The sensations swelled and built. “Scully, that feels so good.” He was gulping breaths when he begged her “faster,” still, gripping at her hair with his good hand, the heat of her body on his, the sound of her whimpers reaching his ears, the smell of her hair, skin, arousal. He continued his chants of “Scully,” “Oh God , Scuuhlly ,” and held on for dear life, caught on this roller coaster, hugging her tighter.

She stroked so quick and so hard she was afraid she was hurting him, his cock feeling like steel coated in satin. The passionate pull of his hand in her hair, the quick pain, made her want to spear herself on him. The throbbing inside her was steady now, an almost unbearable pleasure. Her hands began to shake, the sensations inside her building, her movements matching the tenacity.

Mulder groaned. “If- Scully, if..” Her hand stilled, but his hips rocked into her, urging her to move again. His hand pressed her lower back, drawing her ever closer, “If you don’t stop Scully, if you don’t stop soon.. I’m-going -to-come.”

The warning left her undeterred, instead she felt eager, frenzied, with an overwhelming urge to watch him come undone. She pulled away enough to look into his eyes as she ran her hand up and down his enlarged cock, teasing, languid, gripping the tip, rubbing her thumb over the tiny slit, with her other hand cupping his balls.

“Scully, please, I’m gonna come,” he warned again.

She loved this. She loved having this much control over his pleasure, giving him this much feeling. His life had been so much heartache she needed to add to the happiness. Mulder’s fingers were trembling over her neck, his thumb at her jaw line, dragging air into his lungs, and groaning outward. Scully rubbed her palm around, over the wetness now covering his tip, picking up speed. He clutched her neck. “Scully, I’m really close.”

Again she quickened her stroke, somehow impossibly she felt him swell further. Mulder started to writhe and claw at her back. She closed one hand around his sac and pumped the other up his length. When her closed fist brushed the notch at the rim of his glistening crown, he jerked. “Scully, I’m coming, oh God I’m coming, fuck, Scully, it’s so much.”

Scully’s head spun as she felt his sac harden against her palm and watched his thick cream spurting between her fingers, dripping down his taut swollen cock.

Mulder panted, his face slackened, he tilted his head back and unable to resist, she pressed her tongue to the throbbing tendon and sucked at the pulse thrumming inside his throat.

In his eyes she saw his desires melt away, but between her own legs, a heaviness built. Mulder reached for the hand towel on the coffee table, running it over his soaked length. The sight of him touching himself, feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm she gave him, made Scully throb. Tightly her thighs pressed together.

“You okay?” he asked as he finished. His eyes were dilated and he looked like the meds were getting the best of him, like he might drift off at any moment.

She laughed out of pure self consciousness, “Yeah. You okay?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m really really okay,” he said shyly.

She paused for a moment. “Would you mind if I used the bathroom?”

Mulder gave her a peculiar look. “Yeah, let me just run in real quick.”

What was less than a minute felt like eternity. He came out refreshed, wearing simple pajama bottoms. Scully raced in, the throbbing failing to cease, her body begging relief. Quickly she closed and locked the bathroom door, gripping the white porcelain of the sink while her quaking fingers slipped down beneath her underwear, over her scarce coarse auburn curls.

The urge bubbled beyond control. She glided her fingers over her sex, slick and swollen like she had never been before. When her finger nudged between the slit between her lips she had to bite her cheek to keep from moaning and Mulder from hearing.

The entire time she pictured Mulder, sliding in and out of her with his huge cock and his tormented eyes. Scully worked her fingers in circles, harder and faster, her pants so loud they echoed against the tile. She was surprised at how wet she was as she pushed her fingertip inside. She cried out and fear shot threw her that Mulder might hear, but she couldn’t stop.

The throbbing increased and her whole body ached with the need to feel him. In her fantasy he was lying flat on his back, his large and long erection jutting up. She would grab it as she straddled him and push the thick tip into her swollen flesh, filling her completely to the point of sinful madness. His taut jaw, parted lips, soulful eyes. The smile that filled her heart, his rough cheek brushing hers, whispering his desires into her ear.

Scully’s fingers blanched as she squeezed tighter against the cold sink, trying her best to silence her moans as she came, then quickly dipping her hand into the stream of water beneath the faucet to wash away the evidence.

When she returned to the living room, Mulder had been overcome by sleep, breathing heavily, but peacefully. She helped him lay down on his pillow, and he followed her goading without waking. She covered him with the throw and left him a glass of water, kissing his forehead before deciding to return to her apartment.

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baronessblixen · 1 year

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I don’t take cc seriously anymore because one time he’ll say William is Mulder’s baby, one time he will say he’s not, one time he’ll say he has two dads… like I lost track of when he makes jokes and when he’s serious.

Yeah, I agree. It can also be difficult to understand what was said or meant when you weren't there and you just hear about or read it somewhere. Also it wasn't on the screen! We can just ignore it. Mulder is the one and only bio dad.

#lovely anons #holding on to my version of this canon #i'm quite good at holding on to straws by now haha

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⌠ MASON GOODING, 21, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, JEREMY “JEM” FISCHMAN II! according to their records, they’re a SECOND YEAR year, specializing in ADVANCED ENCRYPTION & “MACGUYVER” SURVIVAL SKILLS AND NAVIGATION; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (old hip hop blaring from headphones, a broken crtv with the cords ripped out and repurposed, the smell of spray paint graffiti, brightly colored shirts with 80s patterns). when it’s the (cancer)’s birthday on 06/23/99, they always request their ICE CREAM SANDWICHES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kati, 24, she/her, est ⍀ @gallagherintro

STATS / PINTEREST / CONNECTIONS / CLASSES

INSPIRATION

fox mulder (the x files)

hogarth hughes (the iron giant)

will turner (pirates of the carribean)

robin hood

george weasley (harry potter)

aladdin

spike spiegel (cowboy bebop)

mark watney (the martian)

BACKGROUND + CLICK FOR BIO

his parents were high school sweethearts and married just before they attended college at harvard together, securing careers at the kennedy space center.

jeremy fischman sr dies under mysterious circumstances in a lab accident and ellen is twenty-eight and left alone to raise baby jem. things only go downhill from here. jeremy was the love of her life and she becomes obsessed with his disappearance and all kinds of conspiracy theories, blows a bunch of her money. it doesn’t take long for her to be fired, savings blown on expensive equipment or sunk into internet hoaxes

they move to a rough neighborhood in gainesville where jem grows up. he likes jem, not jeremy, jeremy is his father. he’s never experienced the perfect life his parents used to live, the white picket fence, the shiny space shuttles. he’s only got this, and honestly, he doesn’t hate it.

the neighborhood’s rough, but there’s a lot of fun characters, and his mom is practically his best friend – aside from his next-door neighbor, NOAH WARD.

jem’s mom does odd hacking jobs from the comfort of their home. some of them are shadier than others, she makes connections with a lot of private investigators in town and looks into people’s cheating husbands and tracks down birth parents and missing people. she does pro bono work too, a kindhearted woman, she can never say no to those in need, even if she’s not so fortunate herself. as jem gets older, he learns everything that he knows from her

every summer vacation growing up, jem and his mom would pack their bags and make home in a camper van, traveling across the country. in some ways, this was great mother-son bonding, but this wasn’t why they did it. his mom never gave up looking for the truth about her husband, but hacking into secure, top-secret government databases is nothing like hacking into the gainesville city hall, it’s hard work, and they travel around the country methodically so that their signal cannot be traced. every summer they get close, but never close enough.

when noah moves away for college, jem stays home. he’s not comfortable leaving his mom.

he keeps up with hacking jobs and keeping up with looking for his dad on the side. he doesn’t think they’ll ever find him, his mom holds out hope but jem is eighteen years old and a bit more jaded now, he figures the guy’s just really dead and well, the conspiracy of it all matters less and less when he knows that either way, he’s still grown up without him.

a lot of jem’s social life is online, whether it’s friends from hacking forums or via soundcloud.

when he’s not hacking, he’s making music. his passions of technology and music mix and he creates his own beats and soundcloud, mashing together songs, and even putting together a popular meme track or two used on tiktok.

it’s actually a bit lucrative, but that’s not why he does it. doesn’t even really use his name, catch him on soundcloud…username? uncutjems.

every time he and his mom get close to finding his dad, there’s just more to do, and it’s almost like someone KNOWS what they’re doing.

jem’s right about that – he is being watched. since noah’s admission to gallagher, recruiters have been aware of the boy who taught her everything she knew.

when gallagher makes the choice to start allowing male students, an agent shows up at his door offering him a once in a lifetime chance at a free education.

jem doesn’t have any strong ambition to go into espionage, per say, but he won’t say no to advanced classes taught by some of the world’s brightest minds – and a chance to reunite with his best friend. however, he hasn’t stopped trying to get into the government’s records and still has ambitions of going into music production.

PERSONALITY.

INTUITIVE. jem has a natural intuition about things and he trusts himself and his own opinions about things. i suppose you could perceive this as confidence, but honestly he’s just really SMART, good at absorbing facts even subconsciously and putting things together about people or situations. in a sense, he has a habit of being correct – he definitely comes off as intelligent, even though his grades in school have never been very good. he just has different priorities.

LOYAL. make a friend out of jem and you have a friend for life, he’ll take your secrets to the grade and he’s pretty trustworthy. he’s the type of guy that gets along with pretty much everyone but he has a few select, close friends because he is somewhat intentional about the company that he keeps. he’s friendly and kind, but he keeps his inner circle of people he trusts close and somewhat exclusive.

PROTECTIVE. kind of has papa bear energy, you know ? maybe the dad friend of your friend group, but in a laid back way, he might not seem like he’s the type to spring into action but call someone close to him a rude name and you’ll see his fist coming at your face. he’s protective but not possessive, i guess is how i would describe it, but i think he gives pretty good advice as well because he’s really hoping the best for ppl.

MALINGERING. jem is kind of a SLACKER! at least, that’s what teachers have called him in the past, he simply does not dream of labor. he’s just kind of doing his own thing, will fake sick to skip a class, whatever else, even though he likes producing music he doesn’t really have a great ambition for anything, spy or otherwise. as long as he has a good computer setup, then he’s fucking chilling.

MOODY. he’s laid back to the umpteenth degree when it comes to work or obligations, but he does have sort of mood swings, i guess he’s the sort of person that you would describe as grumpy at times ? definitely NOT a morning person and when he’s in an off mood, he can be hard to interact with or snap out of.

DISORGANIZED. the sort of person to throw his stuff across the bed or leave piles of clothes on the floor to deal with later, maybe he’s not your favorite roommate for this reason. he has a habit of losing things that he just set down or whatever, things like that.

HEADCANONS.

tbh you can think of him like...beca in pitch perfect ! he’s here bc he was offered a free education and he’s cool with that, but he’d rather be pursuing a future in music. a damn good hacker, though, and the gallagher recruiters are hoping that with some ‘ambition’ he’ll want to work for the government someday.

played baseball throughout middle and high school and he’s fairly athletic – he can get pretty competitive when he plays, it kind of brings out a side in him that most people don’t expect to see because he’s fairly chilled out most of the time

a boss with a slingshot. there is no reason for this, but he had one as a kid and he used to chase squirrels away from the bird feeders outside their home. he has great eyesight and his aim is great, but it’s literally the only weapon he’s proficient in

he’s not tiktok famous for his face, but he has two tiktok famous songs...he’s made like 12k in record deals for selling the rights, it’s just the kind of shit that he does goofing around in music software and he has a good ear for what is going to be catchy

he’s NOT a morning person, definitely a late night kind of guy, will stay up until all hours just fucking around on the computer and then he’ll sleep until 1 or 2pm, at least. getting up for morning classes is a struggle for them and he has slept through them on occasion.

funky sweaters, crazy socks, fun-patterned shirts, he dresses a bit like a circus tent at times, but you can’t say that he doesn’t have style – he dresses well, but it’s like he’s stepped out of a 90s cartoon or something

if he makes u a playlist he either wants to be ur friend so fucking bad or he’s head over heels in love with u

really likes making new things with old technology, he loves taking the macguyver courses and learning new things and he’s actually built his own computer and a lot of his own musical instruments

usually has a couple bandaids because he’s a bit accident prone or can lose his focus when working in the lab. when he gets in his own head while working on a project, he literally cannot hear anything else – sort of selective hearing

likes fucking around with spray paint, if he can, he’s got a bit of an artistic streak and he doodles stickers on sticker paper sometimes. you can probably catch his tag around campus or even stuck to the latops of his close friends, it’s just a little man with a tv for a head.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

HACKING JOBS – if you STILL need a hacker for any of your wild backstory connections, jem is a great bet. he’s been doing paid jobs for people professionally since he could type, and he’s sort of an ace at getting in and out without leaving a trace...and he’s no gossip. so, your secrets would be safe with him.

SMOKING BUDDIES – people that he can smoke up with, talk about life, talk about the bullshit of gallagher, but also people he can laugh with that don’t make him feel stressed or concerned about the future.

MUSIC MAKING BUDDIES – if your character makes music, maybe they can collaborate on something...we’re about to drop the hottest mixtape of all time right here at gallagher academy i will teach myself garageband for this shit...jk but maybe

EX ON BAD TERMS – someone he dated last year...i’m imagining it was their first year and things were really great for the first semester, but shit fell apart second semester along with the school. maybe all the drama on campus caused distance, maybe he wasn’t there for them when they needed it, or maybe they got jealous of the way he always prioritizes noah ? a combination of things, we can hash out the details since i know some of you had some pretty angsty things going on second sem, and maybe it’s awkward now because it feels like there’s unfinished biz.

EX ON GOOD TERMS / LOVERS TO FRIENDS – maybe someone that was a rebound and things didn’t really work and they saw that, maybe he wasn’t over his ex or whatever but they were able to stay friends ? it’s up to you how your muse feels about it but i want an ex that jem also has no hard feels about and actually is maybe sort of protective of them and cares a lot about them finding happiness, they bonded hardcore.

EX-FLING – idk maybe they were hooking up for a while and then one of them started seeing someone else or one of them caught feels so they don’t hook up any more but it was super fun when they did !! also down for it to have been like a summer fling and once the summer ended.

BROS – idk i would like for him to have a squad or something for him to just fuck around with <3 but it’s wholesome and they respect women

ONLINE FRIEND (ANONYMOUS) – he spent a lot of time on forums online and stuff so i’d love for him to have an online friend !! maybe cute if they just know each other by their screen names rn and we can do a bunch of text chats and maybe they both know they go to gallagher but they simply. haven’t met idk

ONLINE FRIENDS – also friends he met online that aren’t anonymous they could’ve met through any number of forums but probably have similar interests like music or hacking so they’re long time homies , someone he’s known almost as long as noah

ONE NIGHT STAND – self explanatory. maybe they’re super good friends and now it’s kind of awkward now and they want to get back to a place of normalcy but it’s simply not normal, maybe they fucked things up by breakin the tension on like. halloween or some shit.

FRIENDZONED – someone jem accidentally friendzoned and maybe he doesn’t even realize it himself but they had a thing for him and he really just didn’t realize it bc he can’t tell unless you spell it out for him.

CLASS RIVALS – someone who tries really hard and cares about class a bunch vs. jem who doesn’t give a fuck but he keeps making the grade without really trying, so they’re ? bitter about it ? and so the two really do not hit it off because of that and they go back and forth , i just rly want a classroom rivalry. maybe even this rivalry and them nagging him actually motivates to try in the class just to piss them off

ENEMY – this person shared a secret with jem and then it somehow got out on the gossip blog idk ! they think jem told and now they hate him.

anything pls let’s chat !

#gallagher:intro

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