yes i plan on fitting 2 weeks of clothes in a carry on

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pairing; seventeen vernon x reader

genre; fluff, soulmate!au 

synopsis; everyone her age had found their significant other; their soulmates. after a long, painful period of waiting, she found hers.

word count; 1862 words

I entered the studio, trudging lifelessly to my usual corner and letting my bag slip off from my shoulder onto the floor, not bothering to switch on the main lights. The sub-lights situated at the front of the studio mirror and the back corners were already turned on, so I left it as that. 

I let out a heavy, tired sigh, plugging my phone into the studio’s speaker, letting it blast my usual tracks as I did my warm-up.

I’m Y/N, 19, from the dance club. I’m from LA, but I moved to Korea because of my parent’s work. I was happy with the change. Life in LA wasn’t exactly smooth. My life was pretty dull, so I put my focus on dance — probably the one thing that makes me feel myself. 

I always came to practice two hours early, just to have the space to myself so I could go through my choreography. 

An hour later, the metal door of the studio clicked open, and I didn’t have to look to know who it is. 

Jun — the club president. Also my best friend. He walked towards the corner where I had left my bag lying, and he put his beside mine. I shot him a weak smile, panting from the hectic choreography I just went through.

“Working hard today too, huh?” he grinned, tossing me a bottle of water as he walked over to the speaker switches, turning it off.

“What else could I do?” I muttered, plonking down onto the floor as I leaned against the mirror. He walked over, sitting beside me with his legs stretched out in front. 

“So… You haven’t-”

“Nope,” I interrupted. Jun sighed.

Jun asked me the same question every week — “Have you found him?”

‘Him’ being my soulmate. 

I didn’t mind the fact that Jun kept this up for the past year. He knew how emotionally frustrated I would be sometimes, due to the fact that I couldn’t find my soulmate, and he was always there to provide the support I desperately needed. I couldn’t thank him enough for that. I was usually cheery enough though, trying to think positive that I would find ‘him’ sooner or later.

Soulmates were a symbol of two parties being, literally, made for each other. These two parties would have this tattoo-looking thing on a certain part of their body — called Tags. Soulmates’ Tags would match in colour and symbol. Everyone had a different Tag, only two parties on the entire surface on earth would have the exact same.

Tags fade as you age. They usually disappear by the time you’re thirty or thirty-five, and that’s pretty much the end of the world for that person. Once your Tag disappears, the possibility of you being able to find your soulmate drops to nearly a zero. And you would have to live a lonely life. Ugh.

Nearly everyone our age in this school have found their soulmates. Those who haven’t found theirs — you could count their number with your fingers. And I happen to be in that group.

Not having your soulmate with you at this age is probably the worst thing ever. Soulmates would naturally have the trait of being able to cheer the opposite party up, and they would match and fit like jigsaw puzzles that are side-by-side.

I eyed Jun’s crimson Tag peeking out from under his long sleeves on his wrist, and reached out for it. I pushed his sleeve back, my thumb caressing the opaque Tag. Yes, Jun had found his soulmate too, she’s a really nice girl from the art club. I pictured my half-faded Tag in my mind. My Tag was on the right corner of my waist, and I didn’t let many people see it. Insecurities. 

“Don’t think about it too much. You’re still young, you know,” Jun comforted. I smiled, not looking away from his Tag.


Jun’s phone vibrated and he unlocked it, viewing a message or something. I didn’t peek. 

“Hey, look at this,” Jun said, putting the phone in front of my face as I read the text message sent to him by the teacher-in-charge of the dance club.

There will be a new member joining the club today. He’s a transfer. Do take care of him.

I frowned. New member?

“I wonder who,” Jun said, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

The rest of the members from the club came in over the next few minutes, and soon all were present, except for that new guy.

I checked the clock. Five more minutes before he’ll be checked down as ‘late’.

The door burst open then, and a blonde-hair guy came jogging in. 

“Sorry! Got caught up with something,” he said. He looked American. No, he was definitely American. But he spoke really fluent Korean.

“It’s alright, you’re not exactly late. Just come a bit earlier next time,” Jun smiled, before noticing the confused looks on the other member’s faces. 

“Oh right, do introduce yourself,” Jun said to the newcomer who had just placed his bag down at an opposite corner of the studio.

“Of course. I’m Vernon, and you can probably tell, I’m not Korean. I’m from New York, but I’ve lived here since I was a toddler.”

Everyone eyed him, waiting for him the reveal the part that everyone was naturally curious about. 

Vernon chuckled slightly. “No, I haven’t found my soulmate. Not exactly the norm, I know, but I try not to think too much about it.”

Everyone nodded, some giving him sympathetic looks, but welcoming him warmly. Jun and I glanced over each other, giving each other surprised looks.

We carried on with dance practice, and Vernon obviously had dance background. He followed well and caught the steps quick. 

“Ten minutes break, everyone!” Jun announced.

I huffed, sweeping my hair over my shoulders as I walked towards my bag. 

“Hey, umm…” someone spoke in English behind me.

I turned around to see Vernon behind me. 

“Oh, hey!” I greeted back in English, trying to not be awkward. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said. “I was just wondering if you’re American? Considering the fact that you can reply me in English.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I am. From LA.”

“That’s nice.”

I shrugged, picking my bottle up from the floor as I took a sip. “I guess so.”

“And also, if it isn’t too personal..” Vernon trailed off, waiting for permission for him to continue. He knew that I knew what he was going to ask. 

I smiled bitterly. “No, I haven’t found mine either.”

He returned the smile. “So we’re on the same page.”

“Yeah, we are,” I said.

“Do you mind if we walk to the dorms together after practice? I want to know you more,” Vernon said hesitantly. 

“Would love to,” I said, because I wanted to know him more too.

After practice, I greeted Jun goodbye, and he muttered something like “That guy could be him” before we went separate ways. 

Vernon and I started walking towards the dorms, which was just a couple of blocks away from our studio.

“How do you deal with everything? Like, not having your soulmate with you…” I asked. 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s irritating, really. But I distract myself a lot by doing things that heavily occupy my mind.”

I nodded in agreement. “I do that too. That’s pretty much the only thing I can do.”

We continued simple talk all the way to the dorms, asking each other questions that weren’t too personal. We matched well.

“What’s your dorm number?” I asked as we approached the dorm buildings. 

“Building 2. Room 58.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How coincidental.”


“That’s my room.”

“Wait, it’s possible for guys and girls to mix dorms in this school?”

“Yeah. Kind of,” I said, smiling. “Let’s go!”

Vernon and I grew undeniably close over the next few weeks. He pretty much became my best friend, alongside Jun. We knew pretty much everything about each other after 4 weeks. Everything except for how each other’s Tags looked. I wasn’t planning on showing it to him anytime yet. I didn’t want to have false hopes that he may be my soulmate.

It was already obvious that I liked him. I liked him a lot. So if he wasn’t my soulmate, I can’t even imagine the pain I would feel. I didn’t want to find out his Tag because of this. 

I walked into the dorm, just finishing my classes for the day. It was already 6pm, and Vernon was already in the room when I came in.

“Hey,” he greeted, and I smiled as i placed my bag on my desk.


“Can I serious-talk?” he asked abruptly.

“I’m awake enough,” I said. “What is it?”

Vernon quickly pulled me to sit on his bed. We both sat down in silence as I waited for him to speak. 

Vernon’s eyes were fixed on the right side of my waist, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Did he see it? There was no way. I always wore clothes long enough to cover my waist.

“I saw it, Y/N,” Vernon said. “Your hoodie rolled up past your waist yesterday night. I climbed up the bunk to ask you something, I didn’t know you were already sleeping.”

I bit my lips, looking away. How was I supposed to deal with this? What if it wasn’t the same as his? What if-

“They’re the same.” Vernon said.

I snapped my head towards him. Did I hear him right?

He rolled up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing his Tag. He’s right. It was the same. His was a black outline of wings, with a turquoise shade surrounding it.

Like mine.

I apprehensively lifted my hoodie, checking the finest details of the Tag and comparing it to his. No mistake — they were the same. 

“Vernon!” I exclaimed, jumping onto him, engulfing him in a hug. 

He laughed, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I never felt so happy in my life. My heart was thumping. I felt like I was going to cry.

“Just for the record, feelings were mutual all this while, Y/N,” he told me. “Jun told me everything. You having a crush on me, blablabla.”

I pulled away, staring at him with wide eyes, before covering my face and falling flat onto his bed. “I’m going to kill Jun.”

Vernon laughed. “I’d like to see you do that, babe.”

“Y/N~! Wake up!” Vernon called, jumping on top of me. I grunted, feeling air get pushed out of my lungs.

“You’re heavy, you asshole! Get off!” I said, pushing him off. He laughed aloud, rolling off me but stayed lying beside me, one arm draped across my waist.

“Don’t jump on me. You may just break my ribs by accident, you elephant.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be at your funeral,” he joked. I laughed and kicked him off my bed.

“You’re mean,” I said, walking off to the bathroom to wash up. He followed me to the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist loosely as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled.

He looked up, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror in front of us. 

“I can’t believe we’re confirmed soulmates,” he said. “This was all I wished for.”

I smiled and he gently turned me to face him, closing the distance between us as he placed his lips on mine.

We broke the kiss, and I chuckled. “Me too.”

Convergence 14: Part 2 of 2

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In another realm…

“Brother you cannot. You must keep your distance from her.”

“I have kept my distance long enough.” Loki states.

“Heimdalll says she is well.”

“I have to see her for myself.”

I almost made it through the day, but then getting trapped in the elevator with a woman and her newborn sucked the air from my lungs. That could have been me, I thought as I gazed into the stroller at the sleeping baby. The elevator doors opened and I rushed out, I didn’t know where I was walking to, but I eventually found myself in a bar thirty minutes later.

“Is this seat taken?” I gazed up at the figure in the gray suit and navy blue tie. I shook my head and he sat down. “I’ll have a Ketel One and a refill for the lady.”

“No, you don’t have to.” I say.

“I want to.”

I forced a smile, “thank you.” I say as the bartender brought another drink.

“You look as if you are having a rough day.”

“Something like that.” I answer.

“I am a good listener if you want to talk about it.”

“Nothing worth talking about.”

“Okay. We can just sit in silence.”

I looked up at the figure again, taking in his godly features. “Nice tie.”

He smiles. “Thank you.”

There was something familiar in his grin.

“She’s not home, Tony. Today was the day our daughter would have been born and I am afraid she might have—.”

“Don’t go there, Bucky.”

“She fragile, she could be alone somewhere.”

“Do you have any idea where she could’ve gone?” Tony asked.

“No. I thought you had eyes on her every movement.” Bucky countered feeling his anger rising.

“Yes and no. This was out of the norm. We didn’t need eyes on her because she had a routine, after she left work, she would either go to the gym or to the park for a run, then back to her apartment.”

I turned leaning against the refrigerator in his apartment. “Loki, I know it’s you.”

“How long did you know?” He asked.

“The moment you stepped into the bar.”

“And you carried along with it.” I shrugged. “What gave it away?”He asked as his form changed into the person that I know.

I smiled, ignoring his question. “Keep the suit, the gray brings your eyes out.” I say coyly as I approached him.

His clothing changed from the black leather pants and loosely fitted white shirt back into the charcoal gray suit and navy blue tie.

“I told you I never wanted to see you again.” I say as my lips grazed his.

“You said a lot of hurtful things that night. I accept your apology.”

I laughed. “You deserved it.”

He wraps his fingers around my neck, squeezing softly. “What are you doing?”

My breathing quickens. “What does it look like?” I asked as I loosened his tie.

A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he fingers trailed up and under my dress. “Bad girl,’ he says, slapping my naked derriere.

I coiled my fingers around his tie, using it to control him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, tasting its sweetness on my tongue as our lips met.

Bucky picked up the phone on the first ring. “Yes.”

“The video feed from the building showed her riding the elevator with a woman who had a baby in the stroller and the camera showed her rushing out of the building, a police cam picked her up at a bar…” Tony pauses.


“She left a few hours later.”

“Where did she go?” Bucky asked. Tony pauses. “Tony?”

“She wasn’t alone.”

“What do you mean she wasn’t alone.”

“She left with a guy.”

“Do you have an address?”

Bucky found himself at the building of the mystery guy a short while later, Tony pleaded with him to let it go, but he couldn’t.

He wasn’t sure what he would do, he didn’t have a plan.

He stood at the doorway and a few seconds later his arm, pulled the door knob from it’s socket easily. He stepped into the apartment slowly and gazed around at the dim setting. He thought Tony gave him the wrong address, until he walked into the kitchen and saw the trail of clothing leading down the hallway. He picked up her dress and smelled it as her scent engulfed him, he followed the breadcrumb trail pausing at the ajar door, the muffled sounds became the sounds he knew too well. He knew he should’ve exited the apartment once he saw her dress, but a part of him, the sick part of him had to see if what he thought it was, it actually was.

“Lo, please.” She pleaded, flinging her head back as he filled her with every inch of him.

Her hands were bounded with what looked to be a blue tie, giving the figure full control. He sits up and kisses her roughly as her body exploded and shuddered around him.

“Loki.” Bucky mouths as the familiar grin came into view.

Bucky was bewildered, how? When?  He watched as the God brought his woman to climax, then turning her around, her face down in the pillows as he held her waist, slamming into her.

Bucky snapped as she screamed out Loki’s name; his face was a dark mass of fury.

Post Note: This chapter turned out to be six pages, the longest I’ve chapter I’ve written thus far. Hope you are enjoying the twists and turns. Chapter 15 will be posted sometime this week. Stay tuned.

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Packing, packing, & more packing!

Hey guys!

Since there’s less than 2 weeks until I leave for my 3rd, yes 3rd, Disney College Program in Disneyland, I figured I should start my planning/packing list. Now being through this twice before, you can pretty much call me a pro at packing and moving across the country. 

When I pack, I make 2 definitive lists: 1 of things I need to bring with me, and one of things I can buy when I get there.

If you’re flying, remember, most airlines allow one free bag (Southwest allows two, so I always fly with them) and you get one small carry on bag and a personal bag (purse, backpack - I use a backpack simply for the fact that it’s a bit bigger and way easier to carry). 

SpaceBags are your absolute best friend. Since I dorm at school, I already have bedding, pillows, blankets, bath towels, ect… So rather than spending a ton of money buying more, I SpaceBag as much as I possibly can, and trust me, it’s so worth the $20 it cost for a box of 12 SpaceBags at your local CostCo/Sam’s Club. Just remember, if you’re planning on flying, make sure none of your bags are over 50lbs, or you will be charged extra, so make sure you weigh your suitcase when you’re finished packing.

Okay now, on to the lists. Remember, you will be wearing your costume 5/6 days a week, so you don’t need to bring a ton of clothes. YOU WON’T WEAR THEM, trust me. It’s not worth all the extra space.

That being said, here’s my master list/rules of thumb for certain things.

List 1: Things to Bring

  • ID
  • Wallet
  • Money (I bring at least $300 to get me through the first few weeks)
  • Medicine/birth control
  • Insurance card
  • Medical paperwork, if needed
  • DORMS paperwork
  • Phone/charger
  • 5 shirts
  • 5 shorts
  • 2 pairs of jeans (nights can get chilly at times)
  • 5/6 camisoles/undershirts (for your costume)
  • Plenty of underwear. I usually bring enough to last me 2 weeks (14 pairs - in case I don’t have time to do laundry)
  • 7/8 pairs of non work socks
  • ½ pairs of dress pants/slacks or a pencil skirt (for Traditions & class)
  • Girls, AT LEAST a weeks worth of bras. If you’re working outside and sweating a lot, you’re gonna want to have enough to change everyday, but if you work indoors (like me) I wear mine 2 days because I’m not getting sweaty/dirty - I wear sports bras to work because they’re much more comfortable, and don’t show under my costume.
  • Bedding, if you have it. Bedspread & sheets (I have twin XL and they fit perfect)
  • Contacts/glasses
  • Retainer
  • ½ hoodies
  • 1 jacket
  • ½ pairs of comfy sneakers for walking around the parks
  • Flip flops
  • Dress shoes (for Traditions & Celebration)
  • Nice dress (for Celebration)
  • Cardigan (to wear over your business casual clothes, the hotel conference rooms where classes are held are always freezing)
  • Bathing suit
  • Pajamas
  • Workout clothes, if needed. Carnegie does have a small gym.
  • Jewelry (simple and small, appropriate for work/class)
  • Makeup (neutrals)
  • Straightener/curling iron
  • Blowdryer

List 2: What to Buy

  • Socks for work (you’ll find out what kind you need at Traditions)
  • Shampoo/conditioner
  • Lotion
  • Body wash
  • Deodorant
  • Face wash
  • Pads/tampons
  • Condoms 
  • Storage bins
  • Clorox wipes
  • Bathroom/kitchen cleaner
  • Tissues
  • First-aid kit
  • Paper towels
  • Shower curtain
  • Popcorn bowl
  • Bath mat
  • Shower caddy that hangs in the shower
  • Laundry soap
  • Fabric softener
  • Hamper
  • Hangers
  • Napkins
  • Bobby pins/hair ties
  • Trash bags
  • Lunch box
  • Toothbrush/toothpaste
  • Mouthwash
  • Razors
  • Tupperware
  • Ziplock bags

Optional things to bring/buy, but make sure you talk to your roommates!

  • TV
  • DVD player
  • Gaming system
  • White board calendar to keep track of everyone’s schedules
  • Laptop/charger
  • iPod dock with alarm clock (I use mine everyday)
  • Oven mitts/pot holders
  • Kitchen towels
  • Camera/charger
  • Batteries

I think that’s all for now, hope this helps you guys! Disney here we come!


anonymous asked:

Can I send you some prompts? for malec and jaia, you just decide yourself which fits which couple and if you even want to do them :) 1:"who gave you that black eye?" 2:"I didn't know we were keeping track" 3:"how long have you been standing there?" 4:"make me" 5:"I can't stand seeing you like this" 6:"is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"

Alright then, nonny. I’m gonna have fun with this one.

This will be a six-part story, featuring both malec and jaia ;) Enjoy

Part 1: "who gave you that black eye?“

Dating Alec Lightwood had changed Magnus’ life for the better. That was a pretty impressive feat, considering Magnus’ life had already been great. He had his own company running both in the US and overseas at the age of 31, a beautiful penthouse in Brooklyn, and plans for running for mayor in the fall.

So really, Alec was damn amazing to match all of that. And he didn’t only match it, he topped it all.

So yes, Magnus was happy with his gorgeous boyfriend as they made up on his couch. Very happy. So happy, in fact, that when Alec’s younger brother Jace showed up unannounced, Magnus was only mildly annoyed.

It helped that Jace had a black-eye, which felt like pre-ordered revenge. Karma was a powerful force.

“Knocking doesn’t mean you can just barge in,” Alec said as Magnus got off of him. He didn’t even mind fixing his clothes. Jace had a habit of walking on them, so by now Alec didn’t even bother pretending to be modest.

“Yeah.” Jace rolled his eyes, but the gesture made him wince. Grimacing, he turned to Magnus. “Do you have a bag of ice or something?”

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Eleventh Christmas

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FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


They’d been forced to leave northern Minnesota mid-February after Mulder caught one of his bosses staring longer than necessary and asking more personal questions than Mulder deemed appropriate for someone on the run from all kinds of law to be able to answer. Scully had quietly left with him at midnight, walking away from her job, her semi-friends and her identity as Ella Fargas, the nice janitor lady at the high school who hadn’t flinched, regardless of what she had to clean up, which impressed everyone at that school above and below the age of 18.

They’d learned, over the years, to keep everything packed up and ready to go. They didn’t have too many personal possessions but what they had, they didn’t want to lose. Scully’s suitcase contained her clothes, her carved chess set and the ornaments they’d collected while her backpack contained the monstrous medical exam and study book she’d received the previous Christmas from Mulder because ‘he didn’t want her to lose all those smarts she had’. In Mulder’s suitcase and backpack were his laptop which they’d saved months for and gave him access to the world, articles, newspapers, the Internet and forums for everything and anything he wanted to find out. Also, his notebooks, a collection of stolen pens and as he told Scully, a few other odds and ends that were completely and totally useless but completely necessary to life.

They lived out of these bags, two each plus a third large duffel for winter gear, shoes and food in case of quick getaway.

This out-of-suitcase living was now so common place that when Mulder forgot momentarily and hung up his clean shirt in the closet, she gave him a look of such incredulity that he flushed, feeling like he’d cracked their system in half and the world was on the verge of collapse.

Then she smiled at him, taking the shirt from the hanger and folding it, packing it away with the rest of the newly laundered items, “brain farting, as you put it Mulder, is not usually your style. Got something on your mind?”

“Not yet.” Squeezing her hips as he slipped by her, “I’ll tell you if it pans out though, promise.”

Now intrigued, she carried on with her nightly routine, bathing, hair-drying, reading, having Mulder quiz her, volleying back and forth about some whacked-out theory Mulder found online before she asked again, “what are you planning in the brain of yours?”

Poking her side as he lay next to her under the sheets, “hey, a little intrigue is good for us. Keeps the fires alive.”

In one fell swoop, she rolled him over, climbed on top and pushed his shirt up around his neck, “I think our fires are just fine.”


They wandered East and West, North and South, back and forth, two days or a week at a time, deciding the comforts of their semi-settled Minnesota existence might not be the best way to go for awhile. It wasn’t until late September that they slowed their ramble, Scully becoming frequently more ill-at-ease with the aimlessness of their journey. She’d made it through almost three years but it was taking its toll. As a couple, they were doing okay, the occasional fight, the occasional silence, the occasional mutterings of ‘jackass’ and ‘pain in my ass’ while both fumed at one another, testing who would crack first and apologize.

But her mind and her spirit were exhausted and it showed, Mulder apologizing more frequently and hugging her more closely than she thought possible.

One morning, huddled safely in a cabin they’d rented in cash, off the beaten path to all but the passing deer hunter, he pulled her towards him, moving the stray blonde hairs from her cheeks, “hey Scully?”

“Unless you have breakfast somewhere in the vicinity of my mouth, don’t wake me up.”

Knowing her just that well, he held up a torn section of cinnamon roll from last night’s dessert, “will this do?”

Eyes still shut, she opened her mouth and accepted the peace offering, sucking the icing off his fingers with a slow, drawn-out lip smack, “yes. What do you want?”

“What would you say to us looking for a place to live, like a real place to live? One with walls and windows and a fridge bigger than a stamp and maybe even more than one toilet.”

He really should have waited until she’d swallowed before dropping this bomb on her and it took a few minutes to dislodge the dough from her lungs, coughing until she cried then calming again from her scary little fit of near-death, “what?”

Mulder could smile now that he knew she wasn’t going to die in front of him, “I was thinking that we could start concocting some kind of story where we’ve gone our separate ways and you would like to come back to the real world and need help finding a house and you could talk to Skinner and see if it’s even possible. Have him feel things out, maybe ask around to know if it would be safe for you to go back to normal.” Sliding her gently back down to lay beside him, “I can’t keep doing this to you. You deserve more than hotel mattresses and living out a suitcase.”

“Mulder …”

“No, I think we should think about this. If it works, then good but if it doesn’t, at least you know we’ll have tried.”

“You … you wouldn’t really leave though, right? You promised.”

“I would be perfectly content to hide in the house all day. I can go running and outside after dark or if we get a place with enough land, I could garden or build stuff, who knows. I just know that I can’t do this to you anymore.”

The thought honestly scared her but in a giddy, good way and kissing him, icing still on her lips, they celebrated the possibility of not having to run anymore.


It was a long process and they were holed up in North Carolina when Christmas arrived, with two feet of snow, windchills in the double negatives and a Mulder-smile, commenting on how it felt just like they were back having their first Christmas together, only naked this time.

Even though it wasn’t Christmas morning, Scully leaned over the edge of the bed and retrieved his gift, “open it. I know it’s early but open please.”

Never arguing with an unclothed Scully had been his personal rule since the first time he’d laid eyes on her perfect breasts and not about to break that rule, he took the gift, unwrapping it with paper flying everywhere, then staring at it in confusion.

It was a clear ornament, one that unscrewed in half, holding a single key.

Opening the orb slowly, he took out the key, never taking his eyes off her, “you have me totally befuddled.”

“That’s one of our house keys.” Now he just looked so totally ‘what?!’ that she smiled, sitting up, wrapping comforter around shoulder before continuing, “the paperwork went through with a little help from Skinner and the real estate lady sent the key to the Post Office box and I picked it up yesterday and thought it would be a pretty good gift.”

For some crazy reason, the fact that she would be in a home again soon, with him, like some sort of kind of a hint of a real family, made tears fill his eyes. Holding it up between them, “we should go look at it now.”

“Um, it’s after 9pm, it’s a three-hour drive and that boatload of snow out there isn’t just for looks. Maybe tomorrow or the next day after they’ve plowed some of the highways but right now, we’d be stuck before we got out of town.”

Impatient to the core, he opened his mouth to argue but she shut him up swiftly, her mouth covering his, her body following. Eventually, exhaustion forced him into sleep, mouth slack, body sated, limbs tangled with hers as he mumbled something about christening the new house as soon as possible.


Three long days later, they were trudging through snowdrifts higher than Scully, forced to leave the car at the main road while they walked the half-mile to the house. Frozen solid, yet sweating profusely under their winter coats and leggings, they didn’t stop to look at the porch or the shuttered windows but went right inside, shucking off clothing to leave in a heap by the door.

Only when they were stripped down to jeans and thermal shirts did they look around.

This time is was Scully crying, stepping up the stairs a few feet to grab him in a proper hug, squeezing his neck until he choked out a laugh and she lightened her grip. Burying his face in the side of her neck, “welcome home.” A few minutes later, he peeled away from her, holding up a finger to keep her in place, which she obeyed with open wonderment. Watching him carefully remove a box from his jacket pocket, he held it up to her, still in its Christmas paper, “I would have given you this on Christmas morning but decided to wait until we got here.”

Intrigued, she ripped the paper, opened the box then removed a clear glass Christmas bulb. Without looking or reading the words on it, she looked at him, “you stole my idea.”

“Actually, Dana Scully, you stole mine. I’ve been waiting since October, when we decided to find the house.”

The Dana made her grin, the Scully made her warm from head to toe but the gift made her speechless. Inside, on a bunch of pulled apart cotton balls, sat a simple, gold band, a small, deep red-purple stone set with a small diamond on either side. Stomach officially all over the map and brain forgetting how to speak, she turned the bulb slowly, reading, “will you marry me?” and the year, Mulder’s script careful and precise in its sloppy familiarity.

She couldn’t answer. She couldn’t breathe. She could, however, feel her heart thudding against her ribs, painfully strong and erratic as all hell. The only thing she could do was stare, the tears blurring things before they fell but in between watery visions, she could see Mulder clear as day, across from her, perfect as anything in the world and all hers.


The answer shot out towards him like a bullet, fast, sharp, crisp and unmistakable.

He laughed, truly afraid for a moment she was either going to faint, explode or most scary of them all, say ‘no’. Taking the ornament from her, he opened it, slipped the ring on her finger then held up the words to her again, “sure about your answer to this?”

This time her ‘yes’ was whispered in his ear.

10 years later (AU- Part 18)




“Why won’t you just tell me what’s going on? You know surprises aren’t really my thing!” I said to my boyfriend of almost 9 months on the phone. I was at rehearsal and Adam was hanging out with Lottie for the day at the park.

Lottie was signed up for summer camp every week day till the end of July apart from Friday, which Adam was taking off all summer in order to spend time with her. We were planning on going on a trip in August to a friend of Adam’s beach house in Rhode Island, but until then we were both working.

Adam had told me that we were having a weekend away this weekend, just the two of us, while Lottie spent some time with her maternal grandparents. But wouldn’t tell me where we were going or what we were going to be doing. This was becoming very frustrating, especially as he first mentioned the trip last weekend and I’d been trying to get more information from him since.

“You’ll see when we get there. Don’t stress about it! It’ll be fun, just the two of us….a bit of grown-up time….” He replied, his smile evident in his voice.

“Hmmmm….see you later on, I guess then…."I reply grumpily.

"Love you babe! Lottie and I miss you!” Adam replied before we both said goodbye.


“Hey little one? Can you come over here for a second?” I asked Lottie, who was hanging upside down on the monkey bars.

“Yes Daddy?” She replied, flipping off and skipping over to me.

“We need to have a serious talk.” I told her.

“Uh oh….I promise I didn’t do anything!” She replied, her eyes going wide and scared.

“Oh baby girl, you’re not in trouble! I just had a question for you.” I explained, wrapping my arms around her little shoulders. Maybe I went about his the wrong way.

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