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HIIIII im opening small n quick chibi c0mms since im on break! additional info down belowww

I did reblog that list, so! Thank you for sending these in. It’s just a fluffy little thing. Tagging @today-in-fic

All this waiting for a proper Indian Summer and what they’re getting is mud, rain, and more mud. The leaves on the ground look as crushed as Scully feels, their beautiful colors hidden under dirt crusts. What they should be doing in this weather is catch up on their reports. There are plenty and Skinner is waiting. But Mulder being Mulder insisted on investigating a possible Snallygaster sighting.

Up until today, she had never even heard of a Snallygaster. Leave it to Mulder to be an encyclopedia of local cryptids.

It’s late afternoon and the grey sky above them is turning milky and dark. Scully’s eyes are glued to the ground, hoping she won’t slip and fall. She’s wearing one of her favorite suits and she’s not wearing the right shoes for their spontaneous adventure. When it starts to drizzle, she decides she’s had enough.

“Mulder,” she says, trying to keep up with him while not losing her shoes in the mud. “It’s getting late. I really don’t want to be out here when it’s dark. What are we even looking for?”

“I told you,” he says without stopping. “Three college students have disappeared and the eye witness’ description of the culprit fits the Snallygaster.”

“Mulder, there’s no such thing as a Snallygaster. It’s folklore.”

“Three people are missing, Scully.”

“Yes, and the police are looking for them. We have reports to write. I for one would like to have an actual weekend for once.” She doesn’t mean to sound so bitchy. But her hair is frizzing up, her nose is cold, and her feet feel wet. All she wants is to go home. Or at least back to the office where it’s warm, dry, and mud-free.

“Just 30 more minutes? Just until the sun sets,” he pleads with her.

“Fine.” She throws her arms in the air and almost loses her balance. Mulder grins back at her.

“For your next birthday I’m getting you rainboots,” he jokes.

“Very funny, Mulder.”

“I’ll get you a whole outfit,” he goes on. “A nice, yellow coat and one of these large pants. You’ll be a vision in colorful plastic.”

The rain picks up and pelts down on them in angry, cold drops. Scully shivers in her wet wool coat. Puddles appear on the ground where the earth can’t drink the rain up fast enough. Scully stares at them, at the mud surrounding it, and sighs.

“Mulder,” she says again, hoping he’ll listen to reason. He stops and turns around, looking her up and down.

“Come on,” he says, “I promise it’s not much further.”

“I can’t walk through this with my shoes.” She feels herself sinking deeper into the wet mud as she stands there.

“I have an idea.” He strides over to her. “You trust me?”

“Yes, but-“ Before she can finish her sentence, he’s put one arm on her back and the other under her knees.

“Up you go.”

“Mulder, what are you doing?” But she’s already in his arms and he’s stomping through the mud.

“So your shoes won’t be ruined.” Except they’re already ruined. As is her suit. But Mulder is warm and mostly dry. He smells far too good, too. 

“And we’re faster.” His breath comes out in puffs. “I’m also warmer with you in my arms.” He grins at her and that’s when it happens. His feet slip on the mud and all she can do is hold on to his neck and let it happen.

They land softly, albeit wetly, in a dark brown puddle that smells of dead leaves. Scully takes inventory and realizes that she’s landed even softer; she’s in Mulder’s lap, staring at him open-mouthed, caught between a laugh and shock.

“Did you – are you hurt?” Mulder asks her first.

“I landed on you,” she says. “Are you hurt?” She brushes a wet strand of hair from his forehead. There are small speckles of dirt on his face. She wipes away one from his cheek, his skin cold to her touch.

“I don’t know. All I know is that I’m really wet and cold.”

“Let’s go. We need a shower,” he glares at her, “separate showers and see whether you’ve hurt anything vital.”

“My pride is hurt,” he says when Scully, after being careful not to slip herself, helps him up.

“That’s not a vital part, Mulder.”

Honestly I was flustered to see another of these, I don't know how to graciously take a compliment so I'll just stand here and make it awkward.