budget motel

Date Night

Set pre season 10. Tagging @today-in-fic​ and @fictober​ 

Written for @lokisgame - thanks for the prompt: Don’t tell me you have a date. 


She stopped stirring her coffee and looked up at him. He was smirking but there was a flash of something in his eyes. Not quite jealousy, maybe shock, loss even?

“It’s not something I think we should talk about right now, Mulder. I’m just telling you that I won’t be able to visit next Wednesday.”

“But Wednesday is Doctor Day, Scully.” He mocked a pout but whipped it away a little too quickly. “Who will I get to take my temperature, if not you?”

“I’ll leave you my thermometer and you’ll just have to improvise.”

He ripped off the blood pressure wrap and waggled his eyebrows. She shook her head and tucked the equipment back into her case. The monthly visits she’d arranged after she left had quickly become fortnightly, then weekly. Mulder’s depression waxed and waned according to his will to take his medication and her visit schedule.

“Where’s he taking you?”

The breeze caught her hair and she tucked it behind her ears as she stepped on to the porch. “How do you know it’s a he?”

He smirked again but his shoulders sunk as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

“See you in fortnight, Mulder.”

“Not if I see you first, Doctor Scully.”

She chose the black shift dress. It was simple and form-fitting without being too revealing. She chose costume jewellery in jade green to match the detail on her new Jimmy Choos. Finishing with a black clutch, she took a deep breath as she rechecked the details on the screen.

Old dog seeks trusty companion to walk through fields. Fixer-upper in need of top-storey maintenance. Responds well to silent gestures. Prone to monstrous outbursts of self-pity and narcissism. Can’t stop. Won’t stop. Might just need to slow down enough to see the nice little forest for the trees.

She was still smiling when she got to the motel. The sign read ‘Vac…is’ in flickering blue neon, next to the buzzing green of ‘Ohsocosy Budget Motel’. It was every bit as awful as she requested. He was standing in the doorway of unit 42. She gave him a small nod and he motioned her into the room, with a hand on her lower back.

           “Dr Scully,” he said. “You found it okay?”

           “Twenty years together and when have you ever been wrong, Mr Mulder. Not driving anyway,” she smiled. “Your directions were spot on.”

           “So, did you want to continue with the small talk, or chow down? I’ve got the number of the local Chinese takeout here.”

           She giggled. “You sure know how to show a girl a good time, Mr Mulder.”

           “I brought cutlery and serviettes, Dr Scully. I’m a man of impeccable taste.” He waved theatrically at the table set for two, then smiled at her through watery eyes. He bent forward and kissed her cheek. “And you were the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t want to lose you.”

           “Dating me might be a good start, Mr Mulder. We never really did that, did we?”

           He shook his head. “Get to know each other again?”

           Her eyes stung and she smiled the tears away. “I’d love that.”          

“Is there anything you would change, this time round?”

Shaking her head, she smiled. “I wouldn’t change a day. We learned so much together. And I’m pretty sure we can still learn more.”

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. He found his glasses and put them on to read.

“Medical doctor with exceptional ability to second-guess you, cut you short and disarm you. Has no interest in horsehide balls or sticks. Will hold you in contempt. Recovering skeptic. Should stop but probably won’t. Loves sleeping bags and towers of furniture, if you ever want to play.” He paused and looked over his glasses. “Pretty good, Scully.”

“Better than you expected, or better than you hoped?”

He laughed. “I have another surprise for you.” He stood up and slipped into the bathroom. He held in his hand a tray containing a bottle of Reisling and a selection of cheeses. He set it down on the table.

“Pulling out all the stops, Monster-boy.”

Grinning, he sat back down. “And after, if you’re a good girl, we’ll build that tower of furniture. I packed extra chairs in the car.”

She took his hand in hers and kissed his knuckles. “You’re a good man, Mulder. I missed you.”

He took in a shaky breath and kissed her hand too. As she sliced the brie, the noise of rain falling on the flat roof filled the room.

“If you wanted to stay, I packed sleeping bags too.”

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ROSE REVIEWS… THE X-FILES - S1.E10 FALLEN ANGEL

1.9. Space —————————————  1.11 Eve >>

It’s been kind of a crappy month/week/whatever but to bring you all some levity after my moaning I have *FINALLY* completed my latest review/recap. Here there be gifs. SO MANY gifs. I’d say I’m sorry but I’m really not. This ep is so riddled with boyband!Mulder and ridiculous effects it would be a crime not to gif the shit out of it. 

This one’s for Max Fenig’s hat. ONWARDS

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(Part 1) demon junkrat x reader

You sit on the motel bed, the idle pitter patter of rain can be heard outside.  You fiddle with the remote idly as you watch the only channel on the tv with a clear signal, a cooking contest. 
It’s ok as far as entertainment goes, not exactly your genre but it fills the semi-silence.
This morning you were headed home, but all flights were canceled for an unexpected incoming storm.  This low budget motel was the best you could do with your emergency money. 
The nice building resembled something out of a horror movie, terrible cell service included free of charge. 

A light growl from your stomach coupled with the head chef’s incoherent shouting gave you an idea.   You’re hungry and the room’s fridge is (surprisingly) amply stocked, why not try cooking?  Surely you could do better than the poor berated contestants on tv. 
Lucky for you they begin to try a dish you possess the ingredients for. 

In short it’s a mess.  You race to keep up with the contestant on tv, pouring this and that.  With a quick turn your elbow smacks the salt off the counter.  “Ffffuk” you hiss, ending your tyranny upon the kitchen to clean the mess.  You notice at first glance the salt has spilled in a very peculiar shape.  At the moment you bend down to analyze it the electricity shorts.  Before you can utter a second curse a loud rumble echos through the room.   Cold shills shoot down your spine as behind you a voice speaks out “Oi now just watcha summon me for eh mate?”

Just thinking about this after seeing the demon junkrat skin.
I typed this at 1:30 am on mobile and it’s my first fic post plz forgive the quality.

@jailbird-junkrat-writes I was going to submit anon, but anon boxes have too small word count and it would have been like PART 9

Elixir Vitae

AU fanfic set around the time of IWTB.

A/N: Finally…..

Find previous chapters here: Chapter I / Chapter II / Chapter III / Chapter IV / Chapter V / Chapter VI / Chapter VII / Chapter VIII


Chapter IX

Another movie night is in the making.

Two bowls of popcorn - a bigger one buttered and salted, a smaller one plain - sit on the coffee table, a copy of one of the Indiana Jones movies - I can’t remember which one - is popped into the DVD player, the logs are crackling in the fireplace, and I’m sitting on the sofa with a blanket on my lap waiting for Scully to join me.

I hear her hopping down the stairs and she greets me fondling my neck.

Oh yeah, keep doing that, Scully!

“Sorry for letting you wait,” she apologizes and makes herself comfortable on the other side of the sofa. Without asking or hesitating she puts her feet on my lap and I can’t keep myself from rejoicing over the fact that this has become the most natural thing for her. I pull the blanket over her feet and tuck them in.

“Ready to start?” I ask, handing her her bowl of popcorn.

“Sure,” she answers. “I love that movie.”

I’m startled by the remark. How does she know she loves it? Tonight is meant to be a relaxing fun evening for us, no therapy session, so I don’t inquire but grab the remote and start the movie.

It’s the third part, ‘Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade’, and she surprises me again when she says even before the opening credits appear on the screen, “you know, I love Sean Connery in this one.”

She remembers Connery in that movie, but not me in her life.

It hurts.

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@kingarthurscat Fic Prompt - Their friendship began in a peculiar way; arms wrapped around a thin frame and a head on a chest. Falling asleep in each other’s arms on the first day they met.

Leonard does what he can for Kirk as Pike talks at the kid, trying to convince him that Star Fleet’s his best option. There’s not much he can do at the bar, he’d left his kit in his motel room, but still, he makes sure the kid’s nose ain’t broken, wipes away some of the blood, makes sure he’s not concussed. Then he just sits back and listens as Pike makes his case, just like he had with him two days ago. 

It’s like Pike wants to collect as many broken gutter-residing misfits as he can before the start of the next Academy term. 

When Pike leaves, with a nod and meaningful look at Leonard, Kirk doesn’t move, just sits at the tiny table and stares at the starship salt shaker. Leonard sighs and unfolds his arms. 

“Look, kid. I dunno if you have anywhere to go tonight, but I’m at the Budget Lodge Motel down the street, room 31. There’s a spare bed, and it’d give me some peace o’mind if I could get a proper look at you with my kit.” 

Kirk finally looks at him and smirks, “Maybe later, Doc.” 

Leonard just watches in silence as the kid pushes himself to his feet, slings his leather jacket on and stalks out of the bar. He doesn’t expect to see him again. 

Which is why it’s such a surprise when, at two o’clock in the morning, he opens the door to his dingy motel room and there Jim Kirk stands, looking at the floor with his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets.  

“Jim,” he says, still half asleep and unable to keep the shock out of his tone. 

Kirk flinches, glances up then away, “Uh, I just - on the off chance you actually meant it, I thought…” 

Leonard rubs a hand over his face and steps aside, “Get in here, kid, of course I meant it.”

He closes the door as Jim moves into the room, hands still in his pockets, his gaze sliding over the two beds - one obviously unslept in, the other’s sheets kicked hastily to one side - his clothing slung unceremoniously over one of the chairs, the medkit and half-empty duffle bag on the dining table, the all-night shopping channel that’s the only actual light in the room. 

Leonard opens his medkit, “Alright kid, get over here.” 

Kirk ambles over and drops into one of the rickety chairs, eyeing the medkit with obvious reluctance. “You really are a doctor, then?” 

Leonard cocks an eyebrow at him as he runs the tricorder over Kirk’s more obvious facial injuries, “Of course I am, what did you…” He frowns, abruptly rearing back a little, “Did you seriously come here expecting - what the hell kid!” 

Kirk glares at him, “Wouldn’t be the first damn time, ok? Just - get on with it, would you?” 

Leonard snorts, “Jesus kid…Alright, fine.” 

It doesn’t take him long. Kirk’s injuries are mostly just cosmetic and he gets the majority of them cleaned up and on their way to healed with the small dermal regenerator he keeps in his kit. But he’s also got some bad, deep bruising to his ribs. When he tells Kirk he’ll be dealing with them for a little while, because he just doesn’t have the right equipment, the kid just shrugs, tells him he’s had worse. 

When he’s done, he washes his hands again and then packs everything away with his usual obsessive meticulousness as Kirk shucks his boots and his jeans. A rustle of bedclothes has him looking up, only to see the kid sliding into Leonards bed. 

“Kid… I really don’t- you really don’t need to…” He doesn’t know how to finish the sentence. 

“Just get in the fucking bed, Doc. I’m not gonna do anything, I just…” Kirk shakes his head and rolls over, presenting his back to the room. 

Leonard sighs. He’s tired though, so he shuts off the light over the dining table, shuts off the TV and stumbles over to the bed. He slides in and tugs the blankets up, tries to get comfortable on the lumpy mattress and too-thin pillow. 

They lie in silence and Leonard finds himself thinking of the last time he actually shared a bed. It had been just as strained and uncomfortable, even though he had been lying next to his wife - the night before she served him the divorce papers, just over six months ago. He’s shared a few beds since, as he’s made his way from Atlanta to Iowa, though he’s never stayed the night with anyone, too fucked up, too untrusting, too angry and disgusted with himself to do that to anyone. 

So this is a whole new level of weird. 

He stares at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come back. 

A sniff makes him jump and he turns his head to look, uselessly in the mostly darkened room, in Kirk’s direction. 

“Fucking hell…” 

“Kid… are you..?”

No. I’m fine.” 

Kirk’s voice is rough, wet and broken sounding. Leonard rolls his eyes at the ceiling and makes a quick decision, mutters ‘goddammit’ under his breath. 

“Get the hell over here, kid.” He lifts the blanket up and reaches out, tugs at Kirk’s shoulder until the kid rolls over. There’s just enough ambient light in the room, leaking through the thin curtains, to glint on the kid’s obviously wet eyes as he glares at him. 

Kirk hesitates, “I thought-”

Still not doin’ that, kid. Just get over here.” 

After a moment, Kirk slides over and Leonard drops his arm over the kid’s shoulders, tugs him in until he’s got his head on Leonard’s chest. Kirk stays tense, unyielding, but Leonard keeps his arm where it is, holding the kid tightly both to keep him still and because he honestly think the kid just needs a goddamn hug. 

After a few minutes, in which neither of them moves, Kirk starts to relax. And then he starts silently crying again, the change in his breathing and the dampness on Leonard’s chest the only things that give him away. Leonard huffs and wraps both his arms tightly around Kirk, entirely unsurprised to discover that though the kid’s shoulders are broad, there’s not much else to him. 

He doesn’t say anything, just lets the kid cry out whatever it is that’s been bottled up, absently running his hand over the slope of his back under the blankets. Eventually, Kirk sniffs again, sighs and snuggles in a little closer. When he speaks, it’s in a wet sounding whisper.

“Thank you.” 

Leonard glances down and hums, “S’alright. Go t’sleep, ok? We got a big day tomorrow.” 

Kirk drops off fairly quickly and Leonard stares at the ceiling again, wondering just what the fuck he’s gotten himself into. 

(He still tries to hide in the bathroom on the shuttle, and he still rants about the dangers of flying at Jim, but they already know each other’s names so they don’t need to introduce themselves as he shares his flask. Jim still takes to calling him Bones.)

The Signs As Vacations!

because fuck it.
Aries: A family trip to the beach, a rainbow of umbrellas and towels all the way down, the smell of sunscreen, burying your dad in the sand, shrieking and running from the waves

Taurus: A resort vacation in Mexico, packed with young honeymooners and energetic families. Overpriced drinks and half-understood conversations in Spanish, the awe of a sunrise over the water.

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The Signs As Vacations
  • because fuck it.
  • Aries: A family trip to the beach, a rainbow of umbrellas and towels all the way down, the smell of sunscreen, burying your dad in the sand, shrieking and running from the waves
  • Taurus: A resort vacation in Mexico, packed with young honeymooners and energetic families. Overpriced drinks and half-understood conversations in Spanish, the awe of a sunrise over the water.
  • Gemini: A budget motel stay with your parents, playing Pokémon on your Gameboy in the backseat, jumping on the squeaky beds, breakfast at Denny's, laying down in the backseat of the car
  • Cancer: A fishing trip in the open ocean, long lazy afternoons spent in comfortable silence, your arms tanning in the sun as the boat rocks in the water.
  • Leo: A rafting trip with your best friends, lazily drifting downstream, cracking open a cold can from the cooler, laughter echoing over the water
  • Virgo: A tough hiking trip, warm water tipped from the canteen, feeling your leg muscles burn as you force yourself up the steep path, sweat and panting and the triumph of standing at the top.
  • Libra: A skiing trip with your family, cupping your hands over your cold nose, feeling the ski lift sweep your legs out from under you, that first sip of hot cocoa after a long, cold day in the snow
  • Scorpio: A long summer road trip through the American Northwest, cruising through dark green forests and mysterious mountain passes, bare feet on the dashboard, sharing secrets and favorite songs
  • Sagittarius: A fast-paced backpacking trip across Europe, only a few dollars in your pocket, sleeping in hostels, grinning though the dust on your face
  • Capricorn: A Mediterranean cruise, licking olive juice off your fingers, dancing with a different stranger every night, white buildings shimmering on a hill
  • Aquarius: A summer camping trip, eating cereal out of little boxes, wading in the river, crawling into your tent, telling ghost stories while you make s'mores
  • Pisces: Joyfully driving your car off the Grand Coulee Dam
His Match

Note: This is a stand-alone story and does not take place within my other book tour one-shots. Aria is not pregnant in this, and Ezria do not live together yet.  

Aria and Ezra embarked on their promotional tour in mid-November, while also embarking on a new adventure as an actual couple. Their book had caught some early buzz and they’d manage to accumulate a few dozen thousand followers on social media, which was a big surprise for both of them. Today, they were back in Philadelphia. It was the same old routine they’d been following the past few weeks. They’d do a couple interviews in the morning, followed by a book signing in the afternoon.

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funwars  asked:

killems with the shitty motels......love u

killems roadtrip au with shitty motels okay. <3 love u too <333

(they’re thousands of miles from home, traveling the backroads through rural south carolina and up into north carolina. there’s shitty motels on the way and somehow, they end up falling in love.) 

They drive down though California first and through Arizona and New Mexico, it takes a while for them to get through Texas (they keep stopping and going to shitty little tourist attractions) and by the time they get down through Louisiana, James turns to Adam and says, I want to take you to the Charleston Aquarium.

(Adam lets James drive then and Adam dozes in the passenger seat while James recounts stories from his childhood about the aquarium and Adam smiles because James sounds so damn happy and the happiness is infectious and god, Adam’s so in love.)

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Having a boyfriend named ‘Spooky’ Mulder means taking late night rides across the country to out of the way places to investigate strange happenings. Spending nights in low-budget motels and eating fast foods. But on the upside, you have someone who is passionate about his work, a good and loyal friend (and want a to be lover). A gentleman, one who holds doors open for you, places his hand in the middle of your back-always touching in some small way. Someone who will hold you when you need to be held and make you laugh to cheer you up. Yeah,  it wouldn’t be bad to have ‘Spooky’ Mulder as a boyfriend.