those legs went a bit wrong

love you but you’re green

(2/3); part one; nc-17; romance, fluff and smut; post-The Truth; Mulder and Scully engage in a little roleplay that reminds them of simpler times.

A.N.: I didn’t really expect the first part to catch on so I’m almost kind of shy to post this, seeing as ch. 1 was somber and cute and this is just kind of dirty. Oh well, gotta see it through. One more part after this.


Is this what it would’ve been like, so much earlier? Before the Darkness was Super Dark and was instead Dark Lite? Yes, he tells himself. Even then it would be her making all the moves, because he’d been the coward then just as much as he is now. He would’ve been so afraid, so completely paralyzed by this tiny, frantic storm pulling at his buttons and biting at his tongue and grinding in his lap. He would’ve been so hard it threatened to pierce through his clothing, just like it did now.

“Sc-Scully,” he groans into her mouth. She doesn’t pull away to let him talk so he tries to distract her by palming her breast under her suit jacket. It works. “Are you saying you don’t want to investigate this case with me?”

“God,” she hisses, pushing her chest into his hand and flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll investigate anything with you. Just do that again.”

The words squeeze at his heart because he knows it’s true and is weighed down with gratitude even as he is tortured with guilt. He can do this for her, though. If it makes it better.

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* Jon Rua × Reader
* Modern rpf
* Requested by @broadway-queen07
* Request: I’d love to a Jon Rua one

A/N: here’s my best effort. Now, I know that the time of Hamilton rehearsal and Moana don’t match up but I’ve continuously watched Rua’s choreography of How Far I’ll Go, it’s amazing. So I’ll just toy with time a bit. Also, it took so long because I had to get moved back into my dorm room and stuff. Anyway, I hope you guys like this!

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You first met Jon as part of the ensemble for Hamilton, same as you. He also played Charles Lee, whose snarky personality was a complete opposite of how he actually acted. Jon was a nice guy, always smiling and dancing. That was the thing. He would always dance through the choreography. He had it perfected long before anyone else did.

You cursed quietly as you screwed up some choreography again. Andy was working with the main performers, leaving ensemble to fend for themselves. Unfortunately you needed Andy’s help. Any choreography help would be appreciated right now. “It’s like this.” Jon spoke up a few feet from you and went into the dance flawlessly.

“How do you do that?” You asked amazed.

“I uh…I’m trying to be a successful choreographer. It’s not working too well but I understand this stuff.” He explained. “Need some help?” He asked.

“Actually yeah. I keep getting confused.” You admitted. So Jon stepped up to help you. By then end of the day you had that part perfected. But only that one part. It was a start. After you packed up your stuff you sought out Jon, who was about to leave. “Hey Jon.” He paused and looked back at you.

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25 Unintentional Quotes From Children That Will Send Shivers Down Your Spine

1. “I’m watching you make my sandwich so that when you die I will know how to do it.”

2. My sons were about 2 and 4 when their pet goldfish died. I attempted to use the situation as an opportunity to discuss death and mortality. After I finished my explanation, my four year looked up at me with his big, blue eyes and asked, “Mommy, someday, will you die?” My heart filled with love and a little sadness, knowing this was one of those pivotal moments when the first bit of childhood innocence was lost,and I told him yes, someday, mommy will die.

“Good,” he said with a totally deadpan expression, and walked out of the room.

Later when we were about to flush the fish, he asked if we could eat him instead. I said no, we don’t eat pets because we love them, and he said, “When you die, I’m going to eat you.”

3. My daughter was only around 18 months old when she uttered her first, full sentence.

She loved to lift the air conditioning grate in the floor of our bedroom and stuff her toys down there. Well, there were some sharp edges in there, so my wife didn’t want her sticking her hand in the duct, so she screwed down the edges of the grate, so our daughter couldn’t lift it up any longer.

Well, my daughter has this plastic, toy hammer, and she’s trying to get it into the vent, but it won’t come up. So she takes the hammer, pounds on the grate some, nada. Then she tries to pry the grate up, no go.

At this point, my wife and I kind of chuckled, and our daughter heard us. So she glares with this furious look on her face, throws the hammer at the wall, and almost shouts, “I don’t have to take this shit any more.”

4. 3-year-old Brother:”If God looks after people, who looks after God?” Mom: “Well, I don’t know…” 5 minutes later Brother: “I think the Japanese.”

5. I’m the child in this story, but let me tell you about when I was four.

I’m named after my maternal grandmother who died about two years before I was born, and it’s worth mentioning that I was the first grandchild born after her death. I was always very curious about her as a young child… one day my mom laid down for a nap and when she woke up, i was standing at her bedside and looking down on her. Apparently I said “Do you remember when I was the mommy, and you were the baby?”

6. My kid sometimes says creepy things about my husband when he was small. Like, “When Daddy was a baby, we didn’t know what to name him, so we settled on Tim.” I think she’s trolling all of us, but sometimes it is very creepy. My husband’s mother died years ago.

7. I said something pretty damn creepy to my parents when I was about 10.

So apparently I was making strange noises in my room and my parents both came in to check out what was going on. The moment my parents come in I scream “Ghost, Ghost! Go away” I had a cross necklace so I put it out in front of them and continue to scream “ghost”

Then I scream “Sit down!” and apparently it scared my dad so much that he actually sat down.

The next morning my parents asked me if I was alright. I had no clue what happened and had no recollection of ever saying any of that.

8. I was putting my daughter to bed one night when she was around two. She said, “Mommy, who’s that?” “Who’s what?” I asked. “Those people talking to me. In my closet. Who is that?”

I just about shit myself.

9. My two-year-old said there is a fairy in his room. He points to the corner with the air conditioner. He says it most nights. One day I was showing him some old family photos. I show him one of my mother and he points to it and says, “Fairy fairy bedroom.” The photo was of my mum as a girl. She died 4 years ago.

10. When I was 3, I was sleeping in my parents bed when I sat straight up and asked “Mommy who is that man in the corner?” She was terrified. This happened every night until she went to the corner and talked to him asking him to leave us alone because he was scaring me. Still believe in ghosts because of this.

11. My mom tells me that when I was a really small child we would visit my grandfather’s house and often spend the night. She says that once, in the middle of the night, she woke up and I wasn’t in the bed (young enough to co-bed). She got up and I was standing in the living room with my hand in the air like I was holding someone’s hand and I said something along the lines of “not being able to go with you because my mom didn’t say i could.” We didn’t spend the night at my grandfather’s house again for another decade.

12. Once I was taking a nap on the couch. I was waking up, and just as I’m opening my eyes, I see my 2yo son walking toward me with a serious look on his face. He leans in close and whispers, “It Happened.” He then leaves without another word.


13. My kid was in the bathtub one night with the bathroom door open and I was puttering around in the next room. She called out and said “hey mommy, who was that blue guy who just walked down the hall?” She said he was tall and thin and featureless like “the shape of those men on the bathroom door like at a restaurant”. Creeped me out!

14. My son (6), when asked what he wanted to do when he grew up, said, “I think I want to be a fighter pilot, or maybe a funeral worker like daddy.”

I am a software engineer.

15. Getting my two and a half year old daughter out of the bath one night, my wife and I were briefing her on how important it was she kept her privates clean. She casually replied “Oh, nobody ‘scroofs’ me there. They tried one night. They kicked the door in and tried but I fought back. I died and now I’m here.” She said this like it was nothing. My wife and I were catatonic.

16. My little brother said something eery to my grandma.

“I like this mummy better than my last mummy. My last mummy locked me in a room and I drank some paint and died.”

17. The rare occasions in which small children have alluded to having violent experiences that led to previous deaths freak me the fuck out.

The most detailed one I ever heard was actually delivered second-hand through my friend’s mother. Apparently beginning around the time my friend could form sentences until he was little more than 2, he would go on and on about how he was a Native American named Conchon and that after his wife and son got sick and died, he moved to a mountain to live by himself with his horse. He died of a broken neck when he fell into a ravine. Weird shit, man.

18. When my father was a kid in the 60s, he would go into the living room in the middle of the night, turn the TV on to static, climb on his rocking horse and slowly rock back and forth in the dark room only lit by the TV static and slowly say “I hate mommy. I hate mommy. I hate mommy.” over and over again. My grandmother says it was the creepiest thing she’s ever seen. Well, that and the UFO.

19. My godson told me that he was “fully erect and ready to wreck.” He was 3. His dad told him to tell me that and is a twisted man.

20. My one son was eating chicken nuggets and he would always eat the breading off it first, he takes a bite of the breading and then says “Oh no! Your face is missing!”

21. My 3 year old was laying on my chest a few weeks ago and she said “I can hear your heart, Mommy. It was much louder when I was inside there with the poops that didn’t come out yet”.

22. My son was two. He was in a pattern of waking us up at about 5:00 am every morning. One morning I took him downstairs and plopped him in front of the TV so I could try to go back to sleep for about 30 minutes on the couch (right by him).

I woke up a few minutes later and he was standing in the foyer, pointing into the kitchen, laughing. He then said, “Mommy is floating in the kitchen.”

I didn’t think much of it…went back to sleep for a bit.

About 30 minutes later his mom came downstairs having just woken up, saying she “had one of those weird dreams where she flew out of her body, went downstairs and found herself in the kitchen.”


23. I shared a room with my older sister and we had huge closets in our bedroom that were about 6 foot tall. My mother would wake up in the middle of the night to hear me crying and she’d come in to investigate what was wrong. She then would find me sitting on top of the 6′ closest, cross-legged and rocking back and forth while crying about; “The big scary man put me up here”. Since my mother was tired from it being the middle of the night and being heavily pregnant she didn’t really think about HOW I got up on the closet, but would put me back into bed and comfort me until I fell asleep again. But then my grandmother came to stay with us a few nights and she told my mother that she woke up in the middle of the night because it got suddenly cold and her bedroom door handle was turning. The door opened but no one was there and then the bathroom door opposite her door opened on its own. She stared out the door for a few minutes not moving because she was in shock and frightened, but then heard me start crying. My mother walked by her room to get to me and of course I was crying about the man putting me up there. My grandmother told my mum what she experienced and my sister slept with my Gran and I slept with mum for the next couple of weeks after that. It stopped once my brother was born, and to this day I have no idea what really happened.

24. I had a music teacher, who took his 4-year-old daughter to an old theatre in Alaska. She started crying immediately when she walked in, so he took her outside – and she stopped crying. He took her back in, she started crying again, so he took her outside again. He asked why she was crying, and she said: “That’s where the people with no eyes watch you.”

25. My dad watched his mother die of a ruptured gal bladder when he was twelve and still remembers vividly. My sister, one day, randomly gets up almost an hour after she’s gone to bed and goes up to him. The conversation went like this:

Sister: Daddy, your mommy died in a red sweater, jeans, sneakers and with her hair in a ponytail, right? And her hair was blonde?
Dad: Drops book he’s reading and stares, wide-eyed, and then says Yes…
Sister: What color were her eyes?
Dad: Blue… why?
Sister: Oh, she doesn’t have them anymore, just empty sockets. I was curious.

And she goes right back to bed.

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Genealogy (Closed @ askweisswolf)

Sable wasn’t an impulsive woman. She thought things through, considered consequences and gains, a skill and a habit she’d cultivated since she was a child, and one that was more than a bit important in the business she was in, after all, this sort of concern, the ability to gauge how bad of a mess something could be, was important to the CEO of any company that sought to become big.

Wisteria was big already, and she made sure it’d remain so. Even then, many would consider her decision to adopt a child an unwise one. A faunus child at that, a tiny boy, golden retriever faunus, if you paid attention to his ears and tail, with the prettiest blonde, curly hair and the largest eyes, bright amber, making for an entirely too angelic look, and a personality to match.

Still, those that deemed it unwise soon found that they were wrong. The positive attention was immediate, no one would dare speak ill of such a shy, quiet child, that hid behind Sable’s legs during interviews or clung to her wherever they went. And of course, Tau always followed, trying to look like the intimidating bodyguard he was, but perhaps a bit too close.

A father, if he could, he was sure it’d gain him a spot beside Sable, just as he planned.

A day went by, just barely enough for Sable to settle the boy in his new home - his own room, close to hers, and a shopping trip for his favorite clothes and toys and all sorts of things - and the magazines were buzzing with the news.

It pleased her, but no more than the boy himself did. She loved children, and though many deemed her choice unwise, the consequences hardly mattered while he kept a smile on his face.