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lululawrence · 2 years

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Hello! Your reply made me think of two things I wanted to tell you. 1. I was listening to a podcast about cryptozology and the hosts are from Ohio and even they were talking crap about Ohio and it reminded me of your tags about it lol 2. I cannot stop thinking about Could We Live With Just A Taste? I loved it so much and keep thinking about those silly in love boys. If you happen to have any head canons you are willing to share or scenes that didn't make the cut, I would not mind it one bit 🤭

Lmaoooo okay listen. Here’s the thing about Ohio: Ohioans are allowed to talk shit about Ohio. It’s like people on tumblr talking shit about tumblr. We legitimately have complaints, but also… we’re attached. Right? That’s us with Ohio. That said, if you’re not from Ohio, get off our backs lololol I will defend this state to the death, alright? 😂 I love her, I hate her, I can’t live without her. I have tried moving away from Ohio so many times and I loved where I lived!!! But ultimately, I still came back. ¯\__(ツ)__/¯

As for my sushi fic, I love you??? 😭😭😭 thank you!!! There were a few scenes I thought of that, for one reason or another, didn’t end up working out. One of them was Harry hanging out with Nick at the studios in a flashback to when grim was still doing the late night show, after they’d first met. It was just a boring little thing with them flirting and then Harry bringing Louis in when he came to pick up Harry and take him home, introducing them to each other, and the instant chemistry there.

Another was a scene with Harry and Nick in the car on their way to get some sushi together, Harry singing the bit about music for a sushi restaurant again and Nick being all appalled and embarrassed but also secretly pleased Harry remembered what he’d said.

There was also gonna be a really soft larry scene with them just cuddling together before anything had been confessed, all these thoughts and hopes and dreams and longing slowly drifting through their heads.

There was gonna be another scene where Louis was in his office at work doing the ledgers and listening to Nick and he ends up calling in and somehow getting through on the show for a game of ball bag or something and Louis has to act like he defo called in for the game and Nick has to act like it’s all fine and dandy but really louis just called in to banter and be a little shit with Nick but now he’s playing the game and Has To Win because he’s Competitive™ and has to now show that he really does know his shit (he gets some super niche and random category that he just happens to know everything about and Nick KNOWS he knows everything about it because Louis was secretly the reason that he put that category in the ball bag in the first place, so he knows this poor current champion of five weeks or something stellar like that has NO chance at winning again) and Louis ends up forfeiting when he makes some sort of comment on air in anger at Nick for counting his answer wrong when technically it’s correct and it shows he and Nick know each other so Nick gives the win to the previous champion pissing Louis off again but it’s okay, because Nick brings Louis his favorite biscuits next time he comes over.

Can you tell that I thought a lot about my sushi fic? Lol I love them very much. I’m glad you did too!! I hope you like these little headcanon/bits that never got written or slipped in! Thank you again for being so kind! 😘😘😘😘

#asks #wabadabadaba #sushi fic #woo

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sushiwriterhere · 8 months

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top gun threesomeissance 2023 masterlist

wow y'all!!! i'm so sorry for how late this is but you guys blew me away with each of these pieces. thank you to everyone who wrote, read, reblogged, liked, commented, and just in general encouraged their friends to write. so much love, and i hope everyone enjoyed!! now, in no particular order...... the masterlist:

bradley, jake, x f!reader

Up the Ante - @sometimesanalice Rooster had heard the whispers. He knew what the stories were about- the ones that had followed him and Hangman around for years. You, however, are more than happy to find out for yourself if all the rumors were true.

jake, f!reader, x f!reader's friend

You and Me and She Makes Three - @roosterforme Jake had feelings for you. And that was a problem, because he didn't do relationships. He was going to have to choose his independence over being with you. At least that's what he thought until he was presented with the opportunity to enjoy you and his freedom at the same time.

bob, jake, x reader

three tender lovers - @sebsxphia bob proposes a solution to jake’s remarks to the marks on bob’s back. all three of you find resolution and something else. love.

(im)Patiently Waiting - @callsign-cacti You and Bob have been dancing around one another for years. Now, with Jake and Bob eyeing each other, you have a plan. Hopefully, it ends with both of them in your bed... or any bed.

mickey, bob, x f!reader

Two Turns Into Three - @foreverrandomwritings You and your boyfriend Fanboy propostion your close friend Bob with a threesome request.

javy, bradley, x f!reader

Merrier the More - @sylviebell Jake strikes out at the bar, but you hit a couple of home runs

javy, natasha, x reader

The Last Unicorn - @thedroneranger Getting caught between Natasha and Javy leads to a unique experience.

javy, mickey, x f!plus size!reader

"It was always gonna end this way" - @briseisgone [no author written summary but!] smut, polyamory, boys being bisexual boys, and a whole lotta fun

beau, jake, x f!reader

The Magic Number - @wkndwlff Beau and his fiancé discover the magic of threes.

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chisfics · 2 months

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the fck wrong with you ?? 😭😭

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moregraceful · 2 months

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Why is it always "that hockey player would not drink boba" or "that hockey player would not eat sushi". What a boring interpretation of the world in the "this hockey player knows how to cook" and "this hockey player has a regular coffee order" and "this hockey player can communicate his feelings" au fandom

#dumbest anti-asian take in this fandom i swear #like oh yeah i can believe this man raised in The Culture can name his emotions in a healthy way but i draw the line at BOBA #or like. the stars fic i'm still working on where team chucklefuck goes to food trucks #let them breath in the culture they're in!!!#if they can express their emotions they can eat elotes!! cmon!!#fresno oilers.txt #sorry to be a hater. but i remembered that one post and got mad again #my white friends have sushi opinions that no one on planet earth could ever conceive of!! why can't blorbo from my nhl eat a spider roll >:(

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satelliteddie · 2 years

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music for a sushi restaurant - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie still cannot wrap his head around the idea that you’re into him

content warnings: incredibly cheesy fluff

word count: 2.1k

author’s notes: hello hello, so this is my first ST writing but i have tons more planned to fill the void between now and next season in 428926 years anyways enjoy and pls follow! :) xx

Green eyes, fried rice

I could cook an egg on you

Late night, game time

Coffee on the stove, yeah

You're sweet ice cream

But you could use a flake or two

Blue bubblegum twisted 'round your tongue

One dull lamp flicks on as Eddie passes by it headed towards the kitchen. He tries his best not to make any sudden noises as he steps around the trailer. You had just fallen asleep in his arms when he realized just how much he wanted a snack…he laid around weighing out the importance of waking you up versus making fried rice….the munchies won that battle. Eddie clicks on the stove and digs around in the fridge looking for the very few ingredients he has to make a late night snack. Rice. Eggs. Soy sauce (left-over packets from a take-out place). And I guess…chicken nuggets could work. Eddie shrugs as he drops the miscellaneous ingredients onto the small counter top. Eddie practically holds his breath as he pulls out the pot from within the crammed cabinets. “Nobody move,” he mumbles to the stacked pots and pans inside the small closet space. Somehow he manages to let the pot escape the cabinet before disaster strikes, shutting the cabinet door quickly (but, quietly). “Thank you, pans.”

“Did you just thank the cookware?” You ask from the entrance of the kitchen.

“Jesus H Christ!” Eddie curses, “how long have you been there?”

“Why did you talk to the spoons, too?” Stepping forward you raise your eyebrows at Eddie as he throws his head back laughing. He turns to face the sink, filling the empty pot with water and setting it on the stove to boil. You run your fingers across his back, clasping your hands on his chest, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. He instantly relaxes under your touch and you inhale his scent. His plaid cotton pants hang low on his waist, with his tattered Corroded Coffin tee completing his pajamas. He gave you his slightly less worn one to sleep in nearly every time you stayed over—because, he claimed, you slept better in his clothes. “So,” you rub your thumb on his chest as he turns in your arms. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Making fried rice.” Eddie looks down at you, eyes squinting in a smirk.

“At 3am?”

“I wanted it.” He shrugs, brushing stray hairs from your face and tucking them behind your ear.

“Of course you did,” you chuckle into his chest. Bubbles start to form in the water on the stove, Eddie drops a bag of instant-rice into the water behind him, his eyes only leaving yours for a moment.

“Did I wake you? I- I tried really hard not to make noise, but the trailer’s so small it’s hard sometimes—” he trails off feeling shy about his home. He’s never voiced how insecure he feels in his house, but you know it bothers him. He’s always cleaning before you come over, rushing you through the main parts of the house just to escape into the bedroom, just anything to avoid possible judgment.

“Eddie,” you peer up at him. “It’s not because the trailer is small. I felt you leave the bed. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Now it’s your turn to tuck stray hairs away. His mane of curls lays across his forehead and shoulders, messy from laying in bed all night. He nods in understanding, a comfortable silence settling in the kitchen. “Can I help you cook?” You whisper, his chocolate eyes staring into yours.

“Of course, sweetheart. We have such an exquisite menu for tonight, I’m definitely going to need a sous chef.” He smirks, “c’mon.” Eddie wraps his arm around your waist, hoisting you onto the counter next to the stove, while his hand cups the back of your head to prevent hitting your head on the cabinets above you. A giggle erupts out of you as you look down at him from your new seat.

“Y'know I could have gotten up here myself.” You say as you watch Eddie pour out the extra water down the drain. He sets the empty pot on the stove, the cooked rice bag now sitting off to the side.

“Yeah, but it’s not nearly as romantic,” Eddie cocks his head, as he steps between your legs. His hips line up perfectly at counter height, making it easy to wrap your legs around him. Which you have to do—it’s only right. You rest your hands behind his head, fingers twirling in the ends of his hair. Eddie leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, leaving his lips to hover above your skin as he hums contently. “What’s next?” You ask, Eddie opens his eyes again to look down at you.

“Eggs.” He hesitantly steps away from your grasp, cracking two eggs into the pot. Sizzling noises fill the room as Eddie scrambles the eggs with a plastic spatula. His long hair falls out of his face as he tilts his head back in a laugh. You narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms across your chest, “what are you laughing at, Chef Munson?”

“I was going to say quite possibly the cheesiest line to you–” he says through broken laughter.

“Well now I have to hear it,” you start to giggle at your boyfriend. He drops the spatula against the stovetop and covers his face with his hands, his body still shaking with laughter. “Eddie, what!”

“I was gonna, I was gonna say ‘you’re so hot I could cook an egg on you, I don’t even need the stove.’”

“Oh Eds…that's awful,” you laugh, feeling Eddie's giggles consume you.

“I didn’t say it was good, I said it was cheesy.”

I don't want you to get lost

I don't want you to go broke

I want you

It's 'cause I love you, babe

In every kind of way

Just a little taste

Know I love you, babe

“Open,” Eddie commands while holding a spatula in the air. You open your lips as he serves you a bite of his latest midnight creation. “Good?” He asks, eyebrows raised while holding his breath. Eddie always hopes prays for high praise from you. No matter what the topic is, he wants to hear your thoughts and wishes that it’ll come with a sprinkle of compliments. He’s never felt so in love before and it hurts his chest to think of the time when you weren’t around judging his cheesy pick-up lines. It’s like the kitchen counter top was made for you to sit on.

“So good, baby,” you say once you’ve swallowed the sample of rice. Eddie’s face breaks into a continuous smile, all his perfect wrinkles scattering across his skin. “You should cook more often. You’re always so…” you trail off looking for the right word.

“Creative? I mean there are left-over chicken nuggets in this fried rice and I’m pretty sure the recipe doesn’t call for them.” He brushes his fingertips across your lips, wiping the soy sauce away. You nod and let him go back to his meal. He hesitates for a moment, hands lingering over the clean bowls in the dishrack. “Wanna eat out of the pot? No use in dirting dishes,” You suggest, Eddie’s shoulders relaxing at the sound of your voice. He swears his heart could bust out of his chest at any given moment. It’s the simplest things that make Eddie’s knees weak. You smile as you watch Eddie try his best to present his masterpiece in the best way he can. Once he’s content with his work, he turns, standing next to you (as you still sit on the counter). Eddie shoves a fork-full of rice into his mouth before dipping the utensil back into the bowl to collect a bite for you. He brings it up to your lips silently and you open your mouth, taking a bite happily. No part of you is hungry, but you would eat endless amounts of Eddie’s fried rice just to keep his smile on his face. The two of you look into each other's eyes silently swapping turns eating in the dim kitchen. Eddie practically eats the entire meal himself, but you let him; your focus is better spent on the way he looks leaning against the counter. His backside pressed against the cabinets, one hand holding the handle of the pot – the fork waving in the air as he turns to you, “You know I love you, babe. Right?”

I'm not going to get lost

I'm not going to go broke

Staying cool

If the stars were edible

And our hearts were never full

Could we live with just a taste?

Just a taste

It's 'cause I love you, babe

In every kind of way

Just a little taste

Know I love you, babe

You slide off the counter, stepping in front of him as he places the bowl into the sink. “Of course I do, Eddie. I love y-”

“Why are you into me?” He whispers, his eyes bouncing around the kitchen trying to avoid eye contact.

“What?” You tilt your head back, “Eddie–”

“You’re way too cool, way too nice, way too smart, and way too hot to be with me,” he smirks, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You lie to me to protect my feelings-”

“I have never lied to you,” you protest with a smile.

“Sweetheart, you just ate that sad excuse for fried rice, when you weren’t hungry just so I wouldn’t be alone out here.”

“Hey!” You press a finger to his chest, “I didn’t lie, I just avoided telling you the truth.”

“Same shit,” Eddie chuckles as he tightens his arms around your waist lifting you over his shoulder. He glides down the hall as you smack his ass trying to get him to put you down. Finally he rests you on his disheveled bed and hovers over you on his forearms. Eddie presses his lips across your jaw leading up to your ears. He whispers your name, “I’m serious though, you know I love you?” You smile up at him, running your fingers across his cheeks.

“Yes, I do.”

“No– I don’t think you do,” Eddie leans his face into your hands. “I think you, think you do.”

“Eddie, how high are you?”

“I just mean, every time I look at you or you do something for me, even the simplest of things, my heart hurts. It aches with how much I love you.” Eddie presses a kiss below your eyes as they flutter shut. “My heart always feels so full around you, but somehow every time you make it possible to fill it with more love. My heart will never be full. I don’t- I don’t know if I’m even making sense anymore, but what I want to say is that I love you, in every kind of way.” Slowly you open your eyes to take him in, your Eddie. Your love. Your everything. He’s always been vocal with his love for you, but this. This was unfiltered, pure love. He’s still hovering over you, but his eyes are shut, cheeks tinted. You can tell he’s beyond nervous waiting for your response as his breath shutters.

“Eddie,” you run your fingers through his hair. “Look at me.” You encourage him and he slowly opens his eyes again. “I love you more than I could ever put into words. Imagine how you feel, tenfold. I love how you care for me even in the smallest of ways. It’s the smallest things that make my heart ache. You covering my head whenever you lift me onto the counter? All because I hit my head one time?” You continue to run your hands through his curls, “it’s those little things that make me fall deeper in love with you too.”

“Thank god,” Eddie sighs, his face breaking into a smile. “I was thinking I went on that tangent, for you to just say ‘I love you, too!’” He mimics your voice in the best way he can. You pull your hands away from his curls and slap him on the chest.

“I do not sound like that.”

“I do not sound like that.” He parrots.

“I hate you.” You giggle into his neck as he lays down on you.

“No you don’t,” you can practically feel his smile against your skin. His hands now skimming up your sides.

“Nah, I don’t.”

“You love me.” He gushes.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“And I love you, sweetheart. Don’t ever forget it.” His words start to slur as sleep takes him away. His fingers stopping their movements all together. You brush away his curls from his forehead and place a kiss where they once were. Eddie’s lips curl into a smile and he tightens his grip on you. You really do love him in every kind of way.

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ahhhh mushy eddie </3 I just couldn’t get the idea of making junk food with eddie out of my brain so thats how this was born, anyways I hope you all enjoyed!

next in the series: “late night talking” - s.h. x reader

✭ masterlist ✭ requests

-meg

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson fics #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson writing #stranger things writing #Eddie Munson fluff #eddie munson x you #st x harrys house #music for a sushi restaurant

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randomfoggytiger · 2 months

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Collector's Edition: Bill Scully, MSR, and Pain (Part I)

How to melt the Abominable SnowBilly, Season 2 through Season 7 (IVF arc not included.)

**Note**: I had to eliminate fics not specifically related to an illness or injury because the word capacity on Tumblr is uncharitably short.

Loose chronological order below~

SammyLovesASOIAF's I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend

He chuckled to himself. The Scully siblings were a weird juxtaposition of different traits. Bill Jr. was strict, Melissa was carefree, Scully was careful, and Charles—well, he was always in absentia.

AU-- Post One Breath Mulder is almost creamed by a firework before Bill Scully saves him.

@living-in-unreality/@television-overload/ContentsPriceless's beautiful (Ao3)

The pieces slowly come together in his mind, everything he knows about Fox Mulder. His mother must have seen it long ago, hence her willingness to help him this morning. And he would have stood in the way.

Bill Scully can see the love in Mulder's attempts to paint on Scully's makeup for her.

MldrItsMe's A Favor

“Should Dana be out of bed?” Bill grumbled.

Mulder involuntarily squeezed Scully a little closer to himself. “She asked me to,” he said. He thought better of adding “hold her” and just let the situation speak for itself.

AU-- Redux II Scully is suffering on her deathbed: 96 pounds and swiftly losing independence.

@scully-loves-ruthie's cancer arc: mulder sneaks a dying scully out

Bill will storm into her hospital room after, a firecracker beneath a teacup ready to explode sending the fine shards of his rage into the newlyweds. He’ll find himself frozen his fuse stamped out at the sight of his sister’s frail and fading body wrapped like a puzzle piece inside Mulder’s arms, the couple sound asleep.

AU-- Redux II Bill doesn't rip Mulder's head off after finding out he and Scully were quickly married.

intrepidment's Bill and me

"You had talent for medicine, Dana, everyone admitted that. You would've had every right to be haughty, but you never flaunted your talent then. Then you changed your mind, you became an investigator, and suddenly you're this overconfident professional."

I opened my mouth to rebuke him, but I had to admit he was right. Somewhat.

Post Redux II Bill and Scully have a siblings' semantics fight over Mulder's napping body.

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s (FFN) Number 9 for the dialogue prompt.

Mulder hasn’t got very far when he hears Bill call out, stopping him in his tracks. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Post Redux II Bill gives Mulder his version of a blessing.

@lotsoforangesoutside/@lotzzoforangezoutside‘s (Ao3) Seven Pound and Six Ounces (Ao3)

He’s never held a day-old baby before this one.

And now, Fox Mulder can proudly say that he has held one, changed his diaper, and napped with the tiny thing like a log in the cradle of his arm.

With his other arm held by one Dana Scully, his hand holding hers. On the sofa in her big brother’s living room.

Post Emily Bill lets Mulder and Scully be.

soverysesual's The Truth Not Considered

He frowned as he observed the scene in front of him: his sister was sitting up, her head resting in an awkward position as she dozed, the mug of tea precariously balanced in one of her hands, while Mulder held her other hand grasped between both of his, as if he was clinging to her for dear life.

Post Emily Bill (reluctantly) helps Scully get comfy next to Mulder.

Marguerite's (Ao3) When the Bough Broke

Bill is standing between us and the embers of last night's fire. Scully has not stirred; I still keep her within the circle of my arms. Her brother's face is unreadable. I make a helpless gesture with my hand, but he stops me and points to my face. It's still wet with tears.

Post Emily Bill finally understands and becomes comrade-in-arms.

pen-paper-aliens/theficisoutthere/aka PPA's 95 ❤️

She’s still holding that hand when we walk in, nobody notices, or if they do, they don’t care. Bill notices too, but even he doesn’t say anything. What do you say to a mother who lost a child she never knew?

AU-- Post Emily Bill lets his sister find comfort in her partner.

Jen's (mulderscreek)

Christmas Eve & Airports and Christmas & Mrs. Scully's House

"He's upstairs," Dana said and could swear she heard Bill mutter something under his breath.

AU-- S6 Scully convinces Mulder to join her and her family for Christmas and ends up nursing his unexpected strep throat.

@baronessblixen‘s (Ao3)

Christmas With The Scullys (Tumblr)

“My bed,” she says, just to clarify. She hears a clatter from behind her and doesn’t need to turn around to know that Bill is there and listening.

S7 Bill and Scully battle it out after she brings an injured Mulder to the Scully family Christmas party.

O Holy No - Chapter 7 (Tumblr)

“Where’s the guy?” he asks, chewing with his mouth open.

“Do you mean Mulder?” Her brother nods, stuffing more chips into his mouth. It reminds her of when they were teenagers and Bill, towering over her and Melissa, would steal their snacks and interrogate them, claiming it was his duty when their father wasn’t home.

AU-- Mulder and Scully, newly minted couple that they are, both fly out to Bill's house for Christmas... and are greeted with unexpected shenanigans.

Shoshana's

Almost Home (4/4)

"Hey, wife," he said, approaching her from behind.

Mulder wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"I don't think Bill suspects a thing," she told him gravely.

AU-- Post Requiem Mulder is returned with ongoing medical complications; but that doesn't stop the leftover Conspiracy or Bill Scully's lingering concerns.

And salliejohns's

Mr. Mulder, Mother Maggie, and Empty Place Settings

It was a big risk, but it paid off well. We were able to establish contact with our old boss and he came through for us, sending Bill Scully, Jr. a cryptic message about his dry cleaning.

AU-- S9 Bill is happy to find his sister and her partner alive in California; but that doesn't erase the pain of losing touch with his mother while Maggie raises baby William in hiding.

Hestia01‘s (Ao3) The Next Great Adventure Chapter 1 and Chapter 5

"Bill, they're here!"

Bill looks around, now looking concerned for his mother's grip on reality. "Who's here?"

"Dana's here! She brought Fox along, too! You can't see them, but they stayed!"

Giving his mother a pitying look, he nods indulgently. "Sure, Mom, whatever helps."

AU-- The crack adventures of Mulder and Scully after death (Skinner hoarding their poster and Bill getting his comeuppance included.)

@incidental-ao3/incidental's

Keep It All the Year

“Where’d he go?” she asked. He shrugged.

“Got in a cab,” he said. “I don’t know where to.” Scully groaned.

“Maybe one of you should stay put so the other can find them,” he said, but she wasn’t listening at all.

“He left his phone at the hotel, I bet he went back to get it,” she said, barreling passing Bill down the stairs and grabbing the keys.

AU-- S6 Mulder is dragged out to Scully's torturous family Christmas in San Diego, where the franchise becomes a complete disaster all the way 'round (Diana included.)

bluesamutra's una via - Chapter 4, Chapter 5 and Chapter 6

Dana had been at death’s door before he showed up at the hospital with a computer chip and a story straight out of a Michael Crichton book. Bill had stood by in disbelief when she, a woman of science, trusted him enough to put it in her neck.

And yet.

And yet, he had watched from the shadows of her room, unseen, when Mulder crept into her room that same night and wept silently into her hand.

AU-- Post Amor Fati Bill Scully's family reunion takes a serious turn when Matthew almost drowns and Mulder injures his shoulder during the rescue.

@scully-eats-sushi/ijustknew's

You're Not Alone and You're Not Alone II

She’d barely stepped inside their mother’s home before Bill had started inspecting her injuries, making her instantly regret not wearing a turtleneck. He went so far as to grasp her chin and tilt her head up to get a better look at them. Irritated, she’d shoved his hand away and declared “I’m fine” before stepping past him to embrace her mother.

Post Millennium Mulder and Scully are navigating their relationship post episode, with their own personal complications as well as her family, profiling, and on-the-job demands.

Red0313's Nothing Breaks Like a Heart

We make eye contact. He knows I am awake. I can’t even fake it. This should be good. Kick a man while he’s down, literally.

“Mister Mulder, I see you’re going to be just fine. That seems to make my sister very happy,” he huffs. Something’s eating him up.

S7 Bill observes his sister's pain and penance after Mulder takes a bullet for her.

Susan Proto’s Barbecue Series 14, The - Labor of Love

She must have picked up Matty, because all I hear from him now are soft whimpers instead of hysterical crying. And then I hear her ask, "What happened, Bill?"

"He got hit by the Harley. He ran into the street and got hit by the Harley."

A Harley?

AU-- Mulder has been bullied by Bill for years, and finally sets his foot down after the other throws away his engagement ring.

@tatooedlaura-blog/tatooedlaura/Laura Sprys’s Always Been Yours

Mulder was out of the shower and in the kitchen helping Scully with a makeshift dinner when Charlie and Bill walked through the door. Scully's eyes swam again when she saw her older brother. Hugging her tightly, he looked over toward Mulder and nodded his head.

In shocked surprise, he walked over a shook Bill's hand, "hello again."

AU-- S7 Maggie is unexpectedly killed in a car accident; and Bill keeps to himself while Mulder prevents Scully from falling apart.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

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