Étiquette : rpf

Some fanfic for my Gillovny folk! As soon as the camera panned away, Gillian squeezed by Peter’s legs; she felt him go rigid and try to stop her. She, however, was determined. As she quickly walked down the long hall people clapped for the winner, not her, but for the first time in a long, long while she felt like one. She knew Peter would follow her in a few minutes as soon as it seemed appropriate for him. He would ask her, maybe even beg her to stay. This time, though, she would not relent. 1

She took a deep breath as soon as she was out of the ballroom. Her unsteady hands searched her purse for her cell phone. She found it and called David. ‘Pick up the phone, David’, she mumbled impatiently waiting. He didn’t, though. A moment later Peter appeared by her side. “Are you coming back inside?” His voice wasn’t angry; it was decisively gentle. “No.” She answered much more harshly than she intended. It was over, finally over. “I’m flying back.” “Gillian please consider…” 2
“No Peter. Not this time. This time I’m leaving. It was never supposed to go on this long. I did this as a favor to you but I… I cannot do it anymore.” He tried to keep the disappointment off his face as well as his anger. He was a gentleman after all and they did not show their emotions, not in a room full of people. He was, Gillian knew so, a sore loser too. Her phone blinked reflecting the colors on her rainbow clutch. Without looking she knew it would be David calling her. “Excuse me.” 3
She told Peter and cleared her throat; cleared herself of his persona. “Hey babe.” She said into the phone as tears sprang to her eyes. “No, I’m just about to leave. I’ll be back soon.” She looked at Peter who stuffed his hands into his pockets. He had lost so much more than an award tonight and she did feel a sting of hurt; she liked this man. Just not enough to go on like this. There was another man, one she loved. “Yeah, I’m coming back.” She told her man, David, her eyes on Peter. 4
He nodded, turned around and left. Gillian was free. THE END Sorry I had to share! Let’s all Gillovny on.

–

I am so not into PM RPF and I was so not ready to read this, but… okay.. That was good. Thank you, anon!!! ❤

1 Hey Paris, just two things on my mind: First: I love you and your block. And second: Don’t give up! Never ever! Got something little here from today…Just take the next flight, he said. ‘Is he kidding me? Instead of being thankful for being there with him, he can only demand more?! I have a job as well.’ Coming from the Emmys meant stress for her. Arranging the xf-taking table to make her leave on time, the flight, the dresser, the makeup and always with a smile that’s not hers. But

obviously it doesn’t count?! ’.. landing soon.. fasten seatbelt.. upright position..’ Just some words in her background that didn’t bother her thoughts at all. While sitting in that taxi she checked WhatsApp but he didn’t send a single message. So again she was the one who send one. Sorry for leaving that soon, I really had to. Enjoy the after show, kay? Will u call me tomorrow? Time flies by and very soon she arrived on set as she decided to sleep in the trailer to save time next morning and get some more minutes of sleep. She was tired. And angry a bit. As things are not turning out to be what she really wants or better to say who she really was. Still no message from him on her phone. She opened the trailer and was positively surprised how warm it was inside. Suddenly a soft voice came from the bedroom. ‘Looked damn beautiful tonight.’ He said. The lights still turned off. But she just stood right where she was before. Did she took the wrong trailer? The more seconds passed …….. 
comfortable. He didn’t had to ask if she had a good evening. He knew already from her mood. He could read her like an open book. Just like in the old days. ‘Happy 20th Emmy anniversary to you babe.’ He whispered. She didn’t respond as a silent tear dropped down her face. He knew, he always knew her crying, so no need to hide for her. Suddenly the decision was clear. And easy. How could she ever doubt his feelings? She hold his hand even closer to her chest, happy for the first time of the day. Hopefully happy forever. Together forever. ❤️❤️❤️

–

Thank you for this anon!!! I had a mini-breakdown when I saw that the fourth part of this mini rpf was missing! but thanks anyway! ❤

i don’t wanna lose hope.

megsandroses:

i love you. fuck, it’s so easy to think about love but it’s so damn hard saying it out loud. why am i so scared of admitting that i do love you? why can’t i say it out loud? why can’t i climb the highest mountain and scream it to the world? why do those three words must mean so much and be too heavy to say it out loud? i have too many questions and worries and doubts and i’m so sorry that i’m not braver to tell you this. 

when you walk by me and smile, i melt and think “i love you”. sometimes i even whisper those words and i beg you silently to hear them. i wish you could just turn around and ask “what did you just say? can you repeat it?” and if you encouraged me like this maybe i would have said it louder. 

but you never hear me. you don’t even notice me speaking. you’re always in a hurry and you don’t see my mouth moving, my lips forming into “i love you”. you see me but you never really notice me and it hurts. it hurts to love someone who doesn’t pay attention. i wish we could be different, you know? i wish you cared more and i cared less. i could give you some of this care, so we had equal care. maybe then you would hear my words.

it hurts, loving you hurts. so fucking much. i can’t even begin to describe how i feel about you, what you do to me, to my mind, to my body. i can’t think of those strong emotions i’m feeling when you’re around. my heart beats so fast, i feel dizzy. you make me feel hot and blurry. you make me forget everything and it hurts because i wanna remember everything, every detail.

i don’t wanna lose hope, though. i love you and one day i’ll say it out loud, whether you’ll like it or not. you’re gonna find out and you’re gonna accept the fact that i can’t live without you and that you’re my whole life. i may have to wait months or years even but i’m not gonna lose hope. i’m not going anywhere. i’ll stay here as long as i love you.

i promise you that one day you’re going to hear me. you’re going to notice me. and you’ll learn to love me. again. 

because we don’t have a choice. we’re meant to be together, you’ve said it before. so i’m gonna keep on waiting and i’ll keep on loving you until you hear me again.

d.

Hey :-) What’s your favorite Gillovny fanfiction? I need some good stuff to read. Thank you.

Oh god! I have many! 

Ahuacatl by Occasionalcoffeethereturn has one of the hottest sex scene I’ve ever read. It stayed in my mind for days after I read it, and I still think about it sometimes, either I want it or not… 😀

Black Nail Polish by SJ (actually everything written by SJ) is also one of my favorite, for the same reasons as the above. 

If you want something longer, I suggest In The Beginning which tells the first meet up between David and Gillian and how everything started, and it’s exactly how it happened in my head. Sadly, but I also love London A.X.

Hope you love them (and haven’t read them all already!)

Hello, I am new here, love your blog. Just wondering, I am currently addicted to reading Gillovny Fanfiction, I have practically read everything on AO3. Do you know of any other websites that I can find more stories. I am particularly interested in « The Dark Days », and anything about the earlier days of their relationship. Also, anything « Extramarital » is also great. Any help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much.

Hi there! Thank you and Welcome! 🙂

I don’t know if there’s a lot of RPF outside of AO3, I usually read them there, so if you’ve read everything there, you’ve probably read most of them. I guess there are a few who post them here on Tumblr, I know @edierone has written quite a few, maybe there are more. Does anyone know where to find more?

Birthday Parents (3/4)

sembell:

A series of drabbles based on the request:
Can you write something for Gillian’s and David’s birthday with Eaden and her siblings, please? Maybe in the Vancouver house. 

Part I – Part II

“Wraahh!” Eaden screamed as she came running towards them, arms propelling wildly through the air, carelessly crossing the paths of the people who were trying to work.

It was the first day of filming, and the little three year old whirlwind was already the most famous person on set. Who would have guessed?!

As she came closer, Gillian noticed that she was wearing a pair of big, grey hands with long fingers over the whole length of her forearms – it had not taken her long to find the alien stuff.

“Hey, watch out! Eaden!” Gillian called out, watching Eaden taking a slight turn to prevent colliding with someone in the last possible moment before continuing to boisterously make her way towards her mother.

The impact was hard, but Gillian was used to little bodies storming into hers, so she’d braced herself just in time as Eaden ran into her headfirst. Annabeth, who was standing beside her, chuckled at the sight of them.

“Eaden, you need to be careful! There are people walking around you don’t want to hurt and equipment standing around you don’t want to destroy, okay? God knows I’ve already destroyed enough expensive equipment for all of us,” she said and threaded her fingers through Eaden’s soft, blonde hair.

“I’m not Eaden, Mommy! I’m a scary alien!” Eaden said pointedly, raised her arms up high and attempted to make a frightening face. “Wraahh!”

“Wow honey, you look very scary! But where did you get those? Did you ask before taking them?”

“Yes, I did! A nice lady put them on me after I asked!”

“Good girl! Hey, do you remember Annabeth here?” Gillian asked and put her hand on Annabeth’s upper arm.

“Hey, Eaden! It’s nice to see you again,” she said and kneeled down to get on Eaden’s eye-level.

The little girl shook her head no and stepped closer to Gillian.

“Yeah,” Annabeth nodded, “you were very little the last time we saw each other! You just started to walk!”

“Really?” Eaden looked up to Gillian.

“Yes, you were just a baby back then.”

“And now I’m a big girl!” Eaden beamed, and Annabeth stood up again.

“She is sugar, Gillian! So cute,” she said warmly and smiled down at Eaden, who was also grinning up at her, alien arms tightly wrapped around Gillian’s upper thigh.

“I’m out of sugar, Mommy!”

“You’re out of sugar?” Both Gillian and Annabeth chuckled heartily before Gillian picked her daughter up and kissed her cheek. “Will the sugar queen even be able to survive without her beloved sugar?”

Eaden giggled, knowing her mother well enough to realize that she was teasing her, and rested her head on her shoulder.

“What about my little extraterrestrial sugar queen, huh?” David suddenly piped in from behind and stepped beside them, still clad in the dirty clothes that Mulder wore by the end of the last season, holding a paper plate with a big piece of cake on it.

Eaden’s eyes went wide. “Is that a cake, Daddy?”

“It is! It’s my birthday cake that I got from Chris! Doesn’t it look yummy?” he asked and put a spoonful into his mouth, closing his eyes in pleasure.

“Wow!” Gillian marveled and looked greedily at his plate. “I wonder if I will get one, too.”

“I bet you will,” David grinned. “It’s your birthday tomorrow. And if not, you still have what’s even better than birthday cake,” he winked and put his arm around her waist as her face turned two shades redder.

“See, Mommy! I’m not out of sugar for a loooong time!” Eaden exclaimed excitedly, leaned forward, closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, waiting for David to finally share his colorful birthday cake with her.

birthday boy.

megsandroses:

part 1 of my birthday shor fic. (the lyrics – “tomorrow never came” by lana del rey and sean ono lennon)

hey, what you thinking? penny for your thoughts
those lights are blinking on that old jukebox
but don’t ask me why, just swallow some wine

fuck, i’m old, you think
as you get up early in the morning. you’re standing on your bare feet, looking
in the mirror. you’re watching your face, all those wrinkles. you trace your
face with fingertips and groan. everybody says you age well but you’re not so
sure about it. sometimes everything hurts you and you wish it just stopped. it
would be nice if for once the pain would go away. you wish the most that your
heart would stop hurting.

as you go through your room, you notice a small piece
of paper laying on a coffee table. as you come closer, you notice it’s
handwriting. you sit on a couch and start reading her short letter.

dear david,

it’s your birthday
again. obviously. i hope you’re not gonna spend it all in bed because i’m already
waiting for you. you know where.

yours,

gillian.

of course you know where. your heart starts beating
faster and even faster as you get dressed, brush your teeth and get ready to
go. on your way, you talk to the kids, thank them for calling an remember about
their old man.

and there she is. sitting on the bench. your bench. looking as beautiful as ever. suddenly you go back to all those years when you
used to spend long evenings there. holding hands, talking about everything,
about biggest dreams and fears and how you’ll never let go of each other. you
remember how you took her to that bench and apologized for marrying someone
else while you’re still in love with her. you remember all those little
moments, snaps in your life when it was you and her and this bench as your unspoken
promise of forever.

she smiles at you when she notices you, you smile back
and sit right next to her. you want to grab her hand and feel that familiar
heat but you’re not sure you’re allowed to do that anymore. so you just sit
there and watch her as she’s speaking, wishing you all the best. she wants all
of your dreams to come true and you just wish she knew she’s your biggest
dream.

“you know that i’ve never stopped loving you…” she
whispers and your heart stops beating. you’re looking at her looking at her
feet. “but life’s more complicated than that. i’m more complicated. i’m sorry that i tend to ruin everything…”

“don’t-“

“no, but it’s true” she says and laughs nervously. “i do that, we both know it. but i truly hope it changes one day. as your birthday
gift i want to give you hope. i know that it sucks and i could just buy you
Rolex or something but i’m fucked up. i want to give you hope. and…”

“that’s enough” you whisper, as you take her hand in
yours and watch your intertwined fingers. you’ve missed her touch so much. it’s
the most comfortable and nicest feeling and you wanna stay this way forever. and you know that the hope is enough for you.

because she’s not there yet but she might be. one day. maybe tomorrow.

i waited for you
in the spot you said to wait
in the city, on a park bench
in the middle of the pouring rain
‘cause i adored you
and i just wanted things to be the same
you said you’d meet me out there tomorrow
but tomorrow never came

Birthday Parents (2/4)

sembell:

A series of drabbles based on the request:
Can you write something for Gillian’s and David’s birthday with Eaden and her siblings, please? Maybe in the Vancouver house.

It was long after midnight, almost three hours into his 57th birthday, when David tentatively knocked on Piper’s bedroom door and waited for her reply before slowly pushing it open.

The only light in the room came from the lamp on the nightstand, which was turned around so it wouldn’t illuminate the bed, and bother the sleep of the little three year old who was sprawled out on it.

Her older sister was lying beside her over the covers with her legs crossed and a book on her lap. She was smiling tiredly at him, and he reciprocated it with an apologetic one. From what she’d texted him, and knowing his little daughter, it must’ve been one hell of an evening for Gillian’s eldest daughter.

“Hey,” David whispered and came closer.

Around midnight, Gillian had received a message letting them know that Eaden had woken up from a nightmare and was standing in front of their bedroom, crying heartbreakingly. Because of their birthday presents, apparently. During recess, Gillian had called Piper, who was still busy soothing a very upset Eaden, who’d apparently dreamed that she’d broken her promise by telling Mommy what Daddy had gotten her for her birthday. But what was really upsetting her was her thinking that Gillian didn’t have anything for David’s birthday. Which would obviously make Daddy very, very sad.

Oh this little girl with her big heart and the over-active, beautiful mind – she was keeping them all on their toes, that was for sure.

“Hey, David,” Piper replied and put her book aside. “How was the evening? Did you have a good time after all?” she asked quietly.

“It was fantastic. I just hope she didn’t give you that much of a hard time, even though I know she did.”

Piper chuckled and slowly pulled the covers from Eaden’s tiny form. She was lying on her back, sucking on her thumb while holding Ruben, the green bunny, close to her chest.

“It was okay. She cried a little more after we talked on the phone, but basically fell asleep once I lay her down. She just didn’t want to be alone. She’s out for a good two hours, though. I think you’re safe.”

“Okay, thank you very much, Piper.”

“I’m sorry the night ended like this. Bet you had a different outcome in mind,” she said with a rueful smile as David gently lifted Eaden off the bed.

“It wouldn’t be a proper date-night without such an incident, would it?” he quipped and kissed Eaden’s temple as her head came to a rest on his shoulder

“I guess not, no.”

“Good night, P. Sleep well,” he said and was about to turn around when she suddenly called out for him to wait and got up.

“Happy birthday, David.” She held out her arms and as he opened one of his’, embraced him and Eaden in a bear hug. “I hope it’s a good one! I love you,” she whispered against his chest and squeezed his back.

“Thank you, sweetie. I couldn’t have imagined a better start into my 57th year of life than being with you guys.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Good night,” Piper said and released him. “And don’t sleep in too long, there might be a special breakfast waiting for you tomorrow morning,” she winked and grinned up at him.

The times when Eaden didn’t wake up when putting her to bed were long gone, so David wasn’t surprised when a pair of crystal blue eyes were looking up at him when he pulled her colorful blanket up and tucked it under her arms, just the way she liked it.

“Hey, little slugger. How are you doing?” he asked softly and set down beside her.

“Good,” Eaden said sleepily and rubbed her eyes. “Where have you been, Daddy?”

“Mommy and I went out together for my birthday. Do you remember?” he asked and put the bunny right beside her on the cushion. 

“Did you get a pwesent from Mommy?” she asked, and suddenly, there was that familiar sparkle of curiosity in her eyes he knew all too well. He smiled.

“I did get a present from her, yes! She took me out to dinner to a very, very nice restaurant and surprised me with concert tickets,” he said quietly, stroking over her soft, blonde hair as she relaxed back into her pillow. “So we had a wonderful evening listening to some great music.”

“Did you dance?”

“Yes, we danced, honey.”

“Did you give her a kiss?”

“Yes, I promise I gave her a lot of kisses to show her how grateful I was for that wonderful present. Were you scared Mommy didn’t get me one?” he asked cautiously, not wanting to upset her again, but to make sure she was fine again. He felt guilty, very much so, for not realizing how much the whole thing had bothered her that she ended up being so overwhelmed by her emotions.

“No,” she stated, shaking her head confidently, and David had to bite on his bottom lip to hold back a laugh. “Mommy loves you, Daddy. I know that.”

“Oh?” he raised his eyebrow as in surprise.

“Yeah,” she nodded slowly, and David could tell that her eyes grew heavier by the second. “I’m sleepy now. We can talk tomorrow,” she murmured, turned to the side and buried her face into her bunny’s belly.

“Alright, I’m looking forward to it. Good night, sweetheart,” he said and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

Sometimes, David wondered what they had done right to deserve this little girl, but when in the last seconds of consciousness she whispered, “Happy birthday, Daddy and Mommy,” before she finally drifting off to sleep, he said a silent thank you to whoever, or whatever, had blessed them beyond measure.