At the risk of dating myself…here’s a little secret. My first-ever work of fiction was X-Files fanfic. There used to be a big Mulder-Scully shipper community, and I think maybe I got my obsession with the enemies-to-lovers trope from my early-life exposure to this bantery pair of special agents.
The first thing to know is that Mulder and Scully’s entire relationship can pretty much be summed up by this GIF.
Basically, Mulder advances crazy theories to explain whatever mystery or monster they’re investigating.
And forensic pathologist-turned-FBI-agent Scully shoots them down, calmly cutting things up to get at the truth.
Mulder and Scully go on lots of adventures, many of them near-fatal, like that time they got caught on a boat and mysteriously started rapidly-aging, which was not exactly what their shipper fans had in mind when they talked about Mulder and Scully “growing old together.”
Occasionally (very occasionally) they get to have fun. Like that time they ended up dancing at a Cher concert (!?).
Like every good professional duo, they end up having to pretend to be married at one point.
And it’s not just earthbound mysteries that bring them together. I mean, someone is *always* getting abducted by aliens.
But through it all, they’re always there for each other.
At one point, we finally get an “I love you.”
Of course, this is the reaction.
They did, however, have a baby! Maybe. Just exactly how this happens is confusing. There might have been artificial insemination. There might have been aliens! And—spoiler alert—the kid doesn’t exactly grow up with a white picket fence and all that.
They *do* finally get together, but guess what? It’s confusing. Because it’s only hinted at. Until it’s not and, bam!, a movie comes out and they’ve been together for six years? (And by the time of the reboot, they’re *not* together anymore, but whatever, I am not here for your reboot.) My point is, eventually we get to see them kiss.
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Real estate mogul Jack Winter has rules. Lots of rules. After all, a man doesn’t build an empire without a little discipline. And on page one of the rulebook? Don’t sleep with your employees. Especially when there’s a multi-million dollar real estate deal at stake…
Luckily for Jack, Cassie James isn’t really his employee. She’s a hot bartender who just happens to be the math genius he needs, and if they share a wicked chemistry? Well, that’s just a sexy little perk. So they strike a deal: Cassie helps Jack with the merger. And until the deal goes through at Christmas, they can indulge every sexy little impulse they desire.
But the more rules Jack makes, the more he seems to break…
Jenny Holiday started writing in fourth grade, when her awesome hippie teacher, between sessions of Pete Seeger singing and anti-nuclear power plant letter writing, gave the kids notebooks and told them to write stories. Most of Jenny’s featured poltergeist, alien invasions, or serial killers who managed to murder everyone except her and her mom. She showed early promise as a romance writer, though, because nearly every story had a happy ending: fictional Jenny woke up to find that the story had been a dream, and that her best friend, father, and sister had not, in fact, been axe-murdered. From then on, she was always writing, often in her diary, where she liked to decorate her declarations of existential angst with nail polish teardrops. Eventually she channelled her penchant for scribbling into a more useful format. After picking up a PhD in urban geography, she became a professional writer, and has spent many years promoting research at a major university, which allows her to become an armchair astronomer/historian/particle physicist, depending on the day. Eventually, she decided to try her hand again at happy endings–minus the bloodbaths. You can follow her twitter accounts @jennyholi and @TropeHeroine or visit her on the web at jennyholiday.com.