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darkesttimelinestuff · 1 year ago

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"Do you even know what this means?"

This is a continuation of "Just in case this doesn't work," where I explore bisexual Dana Scully and the possible throuple. Sorry to the hardcore MSR shippers out there. This is just for fun and I hope some of you like it.

Or you can find it here. Yay for ao3!

Prompt #4 - "Do you even know what this means?"

The simple fact is that Jenna is perfect for them. She is sexy and confident, well-spoken, the top in her field in cancer research, and craves the privacy that both Mulder and Scully desire from this particular arrangement.

The couple had agreed on a sign if things were going badly. A pull on the earlobe and clearing of the throat means “this is not working out! Abort mission immediately!” But instead of needing the signal, the drive home was filled with talk about how wonderful Jenna is, how they couldn’t have found a more perfect third.

The next day they call Jenna.

“Hi, it’s Katherine.” They had decided on using middle names.

“Oh, hi Katherine. I’m so glad you called,” Jenna’s voice says on the other end. “I had a very nice time with you and William yesterday.”

“So did we, Jenna,” Scully agrees. “We were wondering if you’d like to meet next weekend. Maybe we could all have some fun together.”

Scully had thought that inviting a woman into their bed would be more difficult, filled with anxiety and a stomach full of butterflies, like your very first kiss on a first date. But she found that this was surprisingly easy. Or, that perhaps, she would feel jealous at the thought of Mulder touching another woman. She wasn’t sure if it was Mulder’s firm hand on her back, the maturity that comes with age and experience, or the way Jenna made her feel at ease. Scully wanted this. Wanted Jenna and to watch Mulder fuck her.

“I would love that,” Jenna says, and Scully could hear the smile in her voice.

Scully nods at Mulder, who is planting soft kisses on her neck and pushing his erect penis into her thigh. They are both so ready.

The hotel room is small, tasteful. Mulder used an alias when booking and will pay cash at check out. Scully is wearing only a satin robe, for ease once their activities start.

Mulder is in a white t-shirt and jeans, hoping to not seem too eager or deviant when Jenna arrives. He lays on the bed next to Scully, rubbing a teasing finger between her legs, her thighs falling to the side with each stroke.

“You’re going to make me finish before we’ve even started,” Scully rasps.

“What’s wrong with that?” Mulder asks. “It’d be sexy. A little preview of what’s to come… so to speak.”

“Do you even know what this means?” Scully asked. Off Mulder’s confused look she said, “We might be in a throuple.”

“No,” Mulder chuckled, kissing the top of her head. “I only have room in my heart for one woman.”

His fingers continued to spread her slickness over his finger and around her pussy, making her arch slightly off the bed. She was already so turned on and ready for more. Scully reached up to kiss Mulder while she palmed his erection.

That’s when there came a knock at the door. Mulder stood and crossed the room while Scully arranged herself, wanting to appear somewhat propper before she and Mulder make love to this woman. First appearances, sexual or otherwise, are important.

Jenna walks into the room with a sense of calm and confidence that makes Scully sure she has done this before. It’s comforting to know that she has some experience, isn’t a novice, and, hopefully, won’t become too attached to either her or Mulder. Among many things, they had agreed that leaving feelings at the door is one of their top priorities. This is, after all, about sexual pleasure and only that.

“Hello,” she says in her sultry voice. “Are we ready to get started?”

“I think so,” Mulder says with equal parts excitement and nervousness in his voice.

Scully smiles, and crosses the room to meet them, says, “Absolutely,” and reaches up to give Jenna a lingering kiss.

Jenna’s hands land on Scully’s hips, massaging through the soft fabric of the robe. Scully moans softly and pulls away. She bites her lip, looking into Jenna’s eyes. Then she looks at Mulder, guiding Jenna to him. Mulder takes the hint and meets Jenna the rest of the way, bending to brush his lips over Jenna’s plush mouth.

To be continued...

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freckleslikestars · 3 years ago

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Bay

Mulder and Scully at Charlie Scully and his partner’s commitment ceremony, circa late season three. All this really is is a discussion about homophobia in the scully family. Also I’m drunk so don’t yell at me if my punctualion is bad.

1267 words, read here on AO3

Light piano music filled the summer air, the soft scent of jasmine coiling around every corner as warm California sunlight pervaded the shadows. Gentle chit-chat could be heard as the friends and family of her brother and his partner milled about the venue. Well, friends of Charlie: she was his only family in attendance. As far as she was aware, nobody else had received so much as an invite.

It wasn’t a wedding. Of course, not. It was 1996, and even the most developed, progressive countries seemed awfully close-minded when it came to love.

But everyone was dressed in their finery and there had been poetry and declarations and vows at the ceremony, and now there was prosecco and an open bar, with speeches and dancing to look forward to.

She found herself perched in the seat of a bay window, toying with the earrings her brother had chosen – along with the beaded floral dress and the sheer wrap and the shoes and the hair and...well, pretty much every aspect of how she looked for his day – and trying to blend into the vines of flowers climbing the walls.

‘Ah, there you are, I thought I lost you,’ a glass was proffered, an elegant hand holding it by the stem, not the bowl. She forgot, sometimes, his upbringing, ‘I know you said wine, but they’re doing cosmos, and, well...’

‘Thanks,’ she smiled, ‘you know, many bartenders credit the gay community and pride with the popularity of the Cosmopolitan. Kamikazes were big in the eighties, so Cheryl Cook, who was working in a lot of gay bars at the time, exchanged the lime juice for cranberry to make it pink and slightly sweeter. That’s why Dan drinks them, he likes the history.’

‘Fascinating,’ Mulder smiled down at her, clinked their glasses together and took a sip. He looked around the room at all the happy, laughing faces, ‘so, tell me, why are you one of only two Scullys in attendance? If that’s not an inappropriate question?’

She glanced up at him and shrugged, ‘we’re catholic. Ahab and Mom weren’t...particularly welcoming of Dan. Neither was Bill. And I honestly don’t think any of the extended family even know about Charlie’s preferences.’ She swirled her drink in her glass, studying it as if it had all the answers to the universe in its depths, ‘I guess I wasn’t overly welcoming and accepting either, initially.’

‘What happened?’

‘He lived down the street from us, and he was in my year at school, though he’s closer in age to Charlie. We were in a couple of classes together, and we were all part of this big friend group. He was really good at algebra, and I...may or may not have had a thing for him.’

‘I think I see where this is going.’

‘Yeah. There was this tree, at the park we used to all hang out at, and one night I caught them kissing behind it. I think we all kind of...knew Charlie was gay, we just didn’t talk about it, as if he wouldn’t be if we just pretended hard enough that he wasn’t. It broke my heart; if at sixteen you can know what heartbreak is.’

‘I think you can.’

‘Well, I stopped eating, stopped talking to anyone. This boy that I was oh so very much in love with was kissing my little brother, and so I decided to starve myself to death.’

‘Dana Katherine Scully, I never pegged you as the melodramatic sought.’

‘I was a teenager, I listened to a lot of Fleetwood Mac at the time, what do you expect.’

‘You clearly didn’t starve to death, so what happened.’

‘My mom sat me down, told me to tell her what happened. So I did. She told Ahab, there was a big fight, and Ahab kicked Charlie out.’

‘Shit.’

‘Yeah. Charlie and Dan ran off together that night. I didn’t think we’d ever hear from them again, but...Missy kept in contact with them. Missy...she wasn’t exactly 100% straight either. I remember we argued about that, once, when I was about nineteen. I told her...it doesn’t matter what I told her, it wasn’t something I’d care to repeat. She had every right never to speak to me again, and yet...she just hugged me,’ she backhanded a tear, sniffed, ‘I...I spent a lot of time parroting my parents’ beliefs. And she told me she didn’t like to see such hatred in me, that I would end up losing her like we lost Charlie.’

‘You didn’t lose her, though.’

‘No. It took a long time, and a lot more of her explaining why hating someone for being in love was stupid than I care to admit, but, I came to understand it and accept it. Maybe even love her for it. Charlie called me when I was at the Academy, said he wanted to apologise for making out with the guy I liked. I think Missy told him I’d...’ she paused, looked up at him shyly, ‘I’d been going through some things.’

‘Things?’

‘I- I sort of had a...thing, with this girl who was also at the Academy. It didn’t last long, but it didn’t end well, and, well, I...I guess it ended badly because of a lot of internalised stuff I had going on, and I think Missy knew Charlie would understand the self-loathing a bit more than she did.’

‘I didn’t know-‘

‘Nobody but Charlie and Dan do, these days. Missy did, of course, but-‘

‘I won’t tell anyone, I-‘

‘I never thought you would,’ she shook her head, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. ‘Anyway, I realised you have to start building your own faith – you can’t always rely on God to have all the answers: I think I’m still learning that.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he cast his gaze down to the floor after watching her face so intently as she retold the story.

‘What for?’

‘I thought your family was kind of perfect. I mean, I guess your mom kinda manages to pull this whole image together of the perfect catholic family, y’know, with the doctor daughter and the navy son, the way she always seems to be there for you. And you’ve always seemed like you really love your parents.’

‘I do,’ she shrugged, ‘and Mom, she’s...she’s old fashioned. I think she doesn’t really mind what we get up to in our personal lives so long as we don’t, y’know, make a big deal out of it and flaunt it, I guess. And...I think she’s lost too much to care much more, anyway. Charlie loves mom, in the abstract, too. If Bill weren’t around, we could probably talk to her about it, but Bill-‘

‘Not so keen on “love is love”?’

‘Not really. I love him, in that grudging, sibling way, but I can’t imagine ever wanting to voluntarily spend time with him without feeling any sense of obligation, and I think the same is true for him.’

‘”All unhappy families,” and so on,’ Mulder sighed, downing the last dregs of his Cosmo.

‘Tolstoy had a point,’ she said, slipping from her seat and reaching for his now empty Nick and Nora, ‘get you another?’

‘Sure,’ he smiled, relinquishing the glass to her possession, ‘hey, Scully?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Have I told you how pretty you look today?’

She blushed, looked away with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, ‘perhaps I should just get you a water, Mulder.’

He chuckled, knowing full well he wasn’t drunk, and nodded, ‘perhaps.’

Tagging @today-in-fic

#My writing #exercising some demons #homophobia mentions #tw homophobia #txf fic #xf fanfic #the x files #txf #I was using a random word generator for a prompt and the word that came up was bay #hence the title #and then that inspired this #mostly i was just struck with the image of scully #dressed in what GA was wearing at the 1996 Telegatto Awards in Itally #sat in a bay window at a wedding #yknow how she was dressed? with that low behive and the beaded floral dress and the sheer wrap #yea #kinda hints at bisexual dana sculyl

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silhouetteofacedar · 4 years ago

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Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 11: Postmark

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

He has to do this right.

Mulder’s written some hefty works in his life; term papers, theses, monographs, case reports. But none have made his heart pound quite like this.

He actually went to a stationary store this Saturday morning and spent forty-five minutes browsing different textures of card, weights of letterhead, holding up watermarked sheets of paper to the ceiling lights for further scrutiny. None of them were quite right.

He can’t possibly give Scully an illuminated manuscript with gilded edges, so he goes home and digs around on his desk until he finds a usable, albeit leaky, ballpoint pen.

He cracks his knuckles absently. It’s been decades since he’s done this, and he’s out of practice, but what he lacks in finesse he’ll make up for with devotion.

He’s going to write Scully a love letter.

Romance isn’t dead, but it’s certainly on life support; he’s hunched over at his desk in his boxers and a wrinkled t-shirt, trying to pour his heart out onto a sheet of copy paper while his neighbors are arguing down the hall.

Dear Dana,

He never calls her Dana, and he doesn’t want this to sound too out of character. And the word ‘dear’ doesn’t really seem right either. He crumples up the page and pulls out a fresh one.

He should probably write the date, first off. That’s what he learned in grade school, writing letters to his assigned penpal in North Carolina or someplace.

May 2nd, he thinks. He checks his watch, squinting at the tiny date dial to make sure he has it correct. He does.

May 2, 1998

Scully,

He nods to himself. The greeting is to-the-point, yet familiar. Not overly formal or sentimental.

I’ll bet you didn’t expect to be accosted by my purple prose in your mailbox, did you? As though my case reports aren’t enough.

He’s been told his writing style is at times florid to the point of excess; Scully often takes to his reports with a machete, unbidden, and crosses out phrases, begs him to reword things so he can pass as a sane person during review. But hell, this is a goddamn love letter. He’s going to be as melodramatic as he wants.

In all seriousness, however, recent events have shown me that I can no longer afford deny the longing of my heart, body, and soul.

I know I have shown my dedication to you over the past five years we’ve spent together, and received your loyalty and trust in kind; but some months ago I discovered a new dimension to the deep regard I have for you, a faceted gem previously cloistered in stone.

I am disastrously, deliriously, desperately in love with you. My feelings are not platonic, and are deeper than our current partnership. I want to be partnered with you in all things. I ache for you in new ways, hunger for things I don’t deserve, dream of things my eyes may never behold. Nevertheless, I yearn. I yearn knowing that I may never be sated, never taste that which I thirst for. I don’t want to die without knowing your touch, without holding you, but I will carry empty hands to my grave if that’s what you want. I lay myself before you now as an offering, to serve whatever purpose you see fit.

I know my timing is never good, and I’ve been overly cautious in my attempts to make my intentions known. Even now, part of me is hesitant to reveal my feelings, since you’ve only recently split from someone else. But you were right; there is power in the truth, and I gift my truth to you now.

I cannot shake the feeling that everything I’ve worked for, every truth I’ve sought, has led me to you; not by way of any conspiracy or government manipulation, but because I am destined to love and honor you. I am an imperfect man, changeable and obsessive, unreliable and stubborn. Many of my quests yield no fruit, my efforts culminating in failure. But I want to be better for you. I am already better because of you. You are the fire that refines me, melts me down and burns away the bullshit. You make me golden.

You can do what you wish with this letter; burn it in your kitchen sink, and we can pretend I never said a thing. Hide it under your mattress, stick it to your refrigerator, whatever you want. It won’t change how I feel about you.

I love you, Dana Katherine Scully. My heart is yours; say the word and the rest of me will belong to you as well.

Always,

Mulder.

He signs the letter and puts down his pen, wiping his thumb on the hem of his shirt in an attempt to remove the ink smudged on his skin. His eyes scan the page, rereading his missive.

He can wad up the letter and try again, but he knows deep down that no rewrite will be sufficient; words can only convey so much. He blows on the ink to make sure it’s dry, then folds the paper into crisp thirds and slips it into a plain legal-size envelope.

That evening he slips the stamped and addressed envelope into the post box outside his neighborhood minimart. He’s decided to mail the letter; that way he won’t know when, or if, she receives it. It’s completely out of his hands; all he can do is wait.

He has a moment of panic when the envelope leaves his grasp, disappearing into the slot and out of reach, but he lets the momentary wave of anxiety roll through him and dissipate.

He thinks of sixteen-year-old Fox, biking to Laura’s house, so overcome with nerves that he has to go home.

This one’s for you, buddy, he thinks, and walks home in the spring twilight feeling one ounce and thirty-two scents lighter.

#my fic #txf fic #xfiles #msr #fox mulder closet romantic #fmcr #in which Mulder writes Scully a melodramatic love letter bc he gotta be The Most #our boy is in lurrrrrv #this is a short and sweet one

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thescullyphile · 4 years ago

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Hi, I have a prompt for you: M&S at a party organized by the gunmen with 80s music and a lot of alcohol. Just two 'drunk in love' fools, enjoying themselves for once (and making out a lot). Have a good day ;)

A/N: This is my first ever prompt, so this made my day! I tried to be faithful to the prompt, but there are a fewww discrepancies, mostly because I know nothing about alcohol OR kissing. Nevertheless, I tried my best to deliver and I hope you enjoy. :D

Invitation

“Miss Dana Katherine Scully,

It would be our great honor to invite you to ‘A Night After His Own Heart’ to celebrate the publication of the 100th issue of The Lone Gunman and to memorialize our late President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy. Dinner and drinks will be provided, please dress according to semi formal guidelines.

Sincerely,

Messrs. John Fitzgerald Byers, Melvin Frohike, and Richard ‘Ringo’ Langly”

Assuming that Mulder was also attending, Scully put her RSVP in the mail without a second thought.

—

Two weeks later, Mulder knocked on Scully’s door in a suit and it felt so much like a date that she blushed. Thankfully, he shattered the illusion by holding up his tie and asking if she knew how to make a Trinity knot (she did).

They went from being perfectly on time to being fashionably late after the ‘Trinity knot trial,’ as Mulder wanted to call it, as if having Scully so close he could smell her perfume wasn’t an event he wanted to replicate. Frohike whistled when he opened the door (password: Lee Harvey Oswald). “Ms. Scully, looking especially divine tonight,” he grumbled, welcoming her with a sweep of his hand. “Oh, hey Mulder.”

The Lone Gunmen’s den was miraculously clean, computer screens flickering with projected candles, a detail Langly was proud of. A cluster of desks had been cleared out in favor of a large wooden table, and Frohike pulled out Scully’s chair with a flourish. A heavenly scent emanated from the back, where she assumed Byers and Langly were, and where Frohike blustered to after she was seated. She was left alone with Mulder, and he looked at her in the faux-candlelight and seemed almost shy. “I don’t know if...” he trailed off and gathered his courage. “I like your dress, Scully, you look beautiful.”

Scully couldn’t quite bite back a smile as she looked down like she was seeing herself for the first time. Her dress was pretty, elegant and off the shoulder in a deep maroon she knew was flattering. “Well, I had to get Frohike a gift, didn’t I?”

Mulder traced her throat with his eyes, and she wondered if he could see the wavering of her pulse point against her skin. “Do I get a gift too?” He asked softly.

Scully looked him in the eyes and opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Langly entering with the singular largest chocolate cake she had ever seen. “My God.”

“Dinner is served.” Mulder said with entirely too much glee. Scully looked aghast, and he cracked a grin. “Don’t worry, you eat it, not the other way around.”

Scully was torn between a laugh and a grimace, and only settled on a laugh when Byers and Frohike approached with actual food. Mulder’s foot hooked under her chair, distracting her long enough that she didn’t notice three shot glasses being placed in front of her until it was too late. The table was set and alcohol served in what felt like microseconds, and upon seeing her quizzical look, Mulder leaned in to explain. He really didn’t need to be that close. Scully liked it. “In honor of JFK,” he whispered like it was a secret. “Sixty three shots proved a little ambitious, so we just settled on three.” He sounded amused, and with his breath brushing her ear, Scully already felt a little drunk.

Ever prudent, Byers served up lamb chops and mashed potatoes (a favorite of the late President) and they all ate before downing the shots. Mulder’s face wrinkled predictably, not one for hard liquor, and all the Lone Gunman covered up coughs as the alcohol burned through their chests. Then, suitably inebriated, Langly did the honors of carving up the cake. A piece the size of Mulder’s palm (when did that become her unit of measurement?) found its way to Scully’s plate, and she nibbled at it dutifully as Mulder inhaled cake like his life depended on it. She pushed her plate over to him when he finished his slice and he set at it with equal vigor. “I’m impressed, Mulder, you’d make a feral cat proud.” He almost choked on his cake from the unexpected onset of his laugh.

—

The better half of a bottle of vodka later, the giggling of the Gunmen over an apparently funny issue of their self-titled publication, and an odd 80s song playing in the background that Scully couldn’t tell was offensive or not proved the perfect cocktail for Mulder to work up his nerve. He cast a conspiratorial look at Scully, microexpressions turning macro as he leaned in close. “Do you want to dance?”

Both of them were pretending to be more drunk than they were, any excuse to bump into each other was suitable. Mulder pulled her close, fingers interlacing on the small of her back, his spot, while his chin rested on her hair. “Is it just me, or are you shorter than usual?”

Scully huffed and leaned her head against his chest. “My shoes are under the table.”

He hummed thoughtfully and kept them swaying, her stockinged feet slid on the tiled floor as Mulder led them in circles.

Emboldened, Scully looked at Mulder and leaned up so she could whisper in his ear. “I know this is the boy’s party, but I do have a gift for you.”

Mulder’s heart rate rose. “Oh? And what would that be, Dana Katherine?” he murmured. She shivered at his use of her name and pressed a kiss to his lips. He tasted like chocolate cake and he smiled against her mouth, which would have been endearing if she hadn’t wanted to eat him alive. They broke apart minutes later, breathless and flushed, and Mulder held her close to his body. “I’m never going to let you go.”

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burritoscully · 4 years ago

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Unsung Melody

1.3k | angst | ao3 | tagging @today-in-fic

Summary: Mulder finds a letter addressed to him in a box of Scully’s old things.

Mulder closes the attic door behind him quietly. The cardboard box labelled Dana stares at him so menacingly, he can barely take the three steps needed to reach it. He does it. He drags his feet, but he does it.

He takes deep breaths to stop his heart from racing, to stop his throat from clogging. To stop his eyes from watering. To stop him remembering.

The box has not been opened since it was sealed shut in November of 1997. It has been staring at him for the better part of three years, pressing into the back of his mind, tormenting him. He has to though. He needs to move on. He needs to be able to be happy without thinking of it.

He makes his decision.

The box had been cleared of dust when he moved his things into his new place, but had remained untouched since 1997. Unopened since 1997.

He runs his fingers on the creased, crackling masking tape, hoping it will peel itself open. Hoping the effort needed to even touch the box is the hardest part of what he is about to do.

If he repeats it, maybe it will make him feel calmer about it.

1997.

He scratches the tape off with his nails but it tears, leaving the box as it had been, closed. He tries again and again and only on the third try does the tape come off, taking the first two layers of cardboard along with it. He runs the pads of his fingers along the torn cardboard, squeezing his eyes shut and taking slow deep breaths.

This is so much harder than he expected.

The first item in the box he has no memory of ever seeing. It is an envelope, addressed to him. In her handwriting. His hands start to shake as he flips it in his hands and eases the envelope open. As expected, it tears and a shaky breath leaves his mouth. He pulls out a letter that he was unaware ever existed.

May 1997

Dear Mulder,

As I’m writing this, my health is deteriorating rapidly so if you’re reading this, it means I didn’t make it. It means my illness has taken me and that I haven’t had the chance to tell you everything you deserve to know.

His eyes start to burn rapidly, his pulse quickens and he feels his fingers go numb.

I— this is very hard for me to say. Write. I’ve always pictured telling you in person, not like this. Not when I’m no longer here with you. I always worried over how you’d react. So much so that I’ve left it to the very last minute. And it has only harmed. This was always supposed to be happy — well, I’d always hoped it would be happy, anyway — but I’ve gone and made it painful.

Mulder squeezes his eyes shut, hoping to calm his heart and stop his nose from running. He doesn’t want his tears smearing her words. Her letter. Not this one. Not if it is what he thinks it is.

I figured it would be cruel to tell you like this, when I’m not here with you, but would it really be more merciful that not telling you at all? My feelings for you… they’re complicated.

No. That’s a lie. They’re very simple. They’re just complicated for me to process.

Mulder wishes he’d told her about his. About the way his heart sped up every time she entered the room, every time he picked up the phone and she muttered “Mulder, it’s me,” every time she so much as raised her eyebrow at him. He wishes he’d told her about the way he loved seeing her blow that strand of hair out of her eyes. That he loved the little smile she got when he said something ridiculous and he loved the little yawns she tried to stifle on night-long stakeouts. He still does.

You see, it didn’t take long for me to know you were different. At first, I just thought you were spooky. Then I met you. I thought you were incredibly intelligent. I was right. Then, my feelings started to shift. You see, within the first year that I’d worked with you, I’d started to become nervous about the idea of seeing you every day. I was so confused but— Melissa had to spell it out for me — it was not a bad nervous. It was a good nervous.

Mulder smiles at the shift in handwriting that Scully’s words go through in those very few, yet significant words. He can tell that she was nervous when she wrote this. That she wanted to get it right.

She did get it right. To Mulder, Scully could do no wrong. Ever.

You see, I was falling in love with you. There, I said it. It’s out. Now you know. It’s too late, but at least you know. I’ve been falling in love with you — slowly but surely — since the day I met you. I just wish I’d had the guts to tell you when I was still healthy. When I was still around. When I could still show you.

Mulder puts the letter down. The burning behind his eyes becomes overwhelming and he is unable to stop the tears from spilling down his cheeks. He violently rakes his sleeve across his face, not wanting to spill tears on the precious words Scully had written. Words that he had so desperately wanted to hear from her.

At least he knows, now.

I could sit here and write pages and pages about everything you do that makes my knees weak. I could sit here for the literal rest of my life trying to tell you just how in love with you I am, Mulder. I should have told you sooner. I really should have.

Mulder tries so hard to hold in the whimper, but it tears through his chest like a rabid animal. The emotion that had been building up finally set free. He is no longer able hold the tears back. He sobs audibly and the sound echoes through the attic, bounces off the walls and down the stairs.

Mulder I don’t want you to be miserable. I want you to live a long and happy life. I want you to know that you, Mulder, are and will always be the love of my life and I can only hope that you love me, too. That being said, Mulder, I have one request.

He doesn’t hear the gentle footsteps over the sound of his hiccupping cries. He doesn’t hear the door creak open and footsteps getting progressively louder.

I want you to be happy. I want you to find someone that makes you as happy as you have made me these past four years. I want you to live a long and fulfilling life. Please, for me.

Please, don’t forget me too soon, Mulder.

I love you,

yours,

Dana Katherine Scully

He feels small hand wrap around his shoulders, then across his chest and up to stroke his cheek. He pushes the letter away from him and wraps his arms around his legs, burying his face in his knees. When he is ready, he looks up at her.

His eyes are bloodshot and wet, his nose runny and his face contorted with distress. His breathing is heavy and the tears are relentless. Her hands creep up his face, to the back of his head and bring it to her chest. She takes his hand and presses it to the warmth of her chest. She presses it over her heart so that he can hear the thump thump thump of her heart beat. Alive. Healthy. In love.

“Mulder,” she whispers, “Mulder, it’s me. I’m here, I love you”

She continues to whisper sweet, calming words into his ears. Continues until his loud and violent sobs are just tears falling silently down his cheeks. His and hers, too.

“I love you, too, Scully. Forever.”

#the x files #the x files fanfic #cancer arc #angst #happy ending #don't worry guys #msr #dana scully #fox mulder #x files #txf #gillian anderson #david duchovny #Bianca writes

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baronessblixen · 4 years ago

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Hi ! I have a prompt for you or anybody who might be interested: Mulder and Scully have to share a bed. Mulder wakes Scully with an eskimo kiss :)

Thank you for this prompt! I have recently learned that this expression is a slur. The term we should be using is kunik. This fic, to no one‘s surprise, is pure fluff. Set in season 7. Tagging @today-in-fic

Ficmas Day 24: proposing on Christmas

The first thing he sees when he wakes up is the face of his partner, perfectly beautiful in sleep. Mulder smiles, puts his head on his hand and watches her. She'd hate it, if she knew.

They crashed here last night on their way home from their latest case in California. There was only one room left, and only one bed in it. A year ago this would have been a discussion, maybe even a problem. This year, Scully didn't even raise an eyebrow. She crawled into bed and smiled at him, waiting for him with a soft smile.

What a lucky man he is.

They haven't talked about this yet. Them. But there's no denying their feelings anymore and they've both stopped trying. Watching Scully sleep this morning, knowing he'll miss her proximity as soon as he'll say goodbye to her so she can spend Christmas with her family, he decides that today is the day he says what he feels. To hell with waiting.

He scoots closer to her until their noses touch. Her tiny one and his big one. Polar opposites and yet, somehow, when he starts rubbing his against hers, it's a perfect fit.

"Hmm," Scully mumbles without opening her eyes.

"Scully," he whispers, grinning, still nuzzling her, "time to wake up."

"Why?" She grunts.

"It's morning," he says.

"Dark outside."

"How would you even know? Your eyes aren't even open."

She cracks one brilliant blue eye open to glare at him. "It's dark."

"It's winter. Come on." He rubs his nose against her some more until he hears her giggle.

"Tickles," she complains half-heartedly.

"Good morning," he says. "Merry Christmas."

"Mulder, it's not Christmas yet."

"It's Christmas Eve Eve Eve, Scully. And anyway, Christmas is a state of mind."

"Says who?" She asks.

"I think it was Snoopy or maybe a former president. Does it matter? It's our Christmas."

"I told you that my mom would love it if you came with me."

He shakes his head. "You go spend time with your family. But this morning," he says, putting a hand on her hip. "Is our time."

"I'll miss you," she admits with a sigh, leaning into his touch.

"I'll miss you more. Before you go, I..." he starts kissing her face and lets his lips travel from her forehead to her nose. He stops before he reaches her lips.

"Dana," a kiss to her mouth, "Katherine," another kiss, "Scully."

"Mulder, are you-"

"Will you marry me?" She stares at him, open-mouthed, and he can't blame her. He hadn't planned on asking her tonight. Or anytime soon. He's not prepared. There is no ring.

"Are you- you're not kidding, are you?"

"No," he says. "I'm not kidding."

"How did this - Mulder, we're not even," she sighs, frustrated. "Where does this come from?"

"You don't want to marry me."

"That's not what I said."

"Do you? Want to marry me?"

"Mulder, I don't need a piece of paper binding us together."

"I know, but do you want it?"

"Let's say that hypothetically my answer was yes... what brought this on?"

He grins. She said yes! His heart jumps in his chest and he kisses her quickly, noisily, making her laugh.

"Remember when you told me they didn't want to let you see me when I was in the hospital? That night I thought about it. I kept thinking about all the times they wouldn't let me be with you either."

"That's very practical of you, Mulder."

"I've learned from the best." This time it's her who rubs her nose against his. "Is that your final answer? Your... yes?"

"Mulder, I... we haven't even been a couple in public."

"Tell everyone," he says, shrugging. "What do you think will happen if they find out? The world won't end."

"What if it does?" She asks, blinking.

"I promise you it won't." He presses a soft kiss against her lips and looks at her. She's not convinced. "You need proof," he adds and after a short moment, she nods.

"I'll prove it to you."

"What are you planning?"

"Oh, you'll see."

"When?"

"Not telling you," he says with a secretive smile. "But... the answer is yes?"

"The answer," she says, kissing him, "is definitely yes."

#we‘re almost done!#this one is short and fluffy #posted from my new ipad whooohooo #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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emmapills · 4 years ago

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Comfort and Warmth

Mulder finds comfort in Scully’s breasts.

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tagging @today-in-fic

There were many things for which Fox Mulder had given up hope. Ever since Samantha was taken, his world became hard and cold. The unconditional love he’d heard all parents were supposed to possess had morphed into resentment within his own, and so he hopped on a plane to England and graduated with a bachelor’s degree in psychology. If he was being honest with himself, he chose the field because of his want… no, need for the truth.

He was able to use his degree and become a highly sought after profiler for the FBI. However, what he really wanted was answers. Who took Sam? And why? Who would do these things? Were there more? What was their motivation? When he stumbled across the X-Files, it felt like Christmas day and winning the lottery combined. Finally, finally, he could start his search.

What he didn’t expect was to fall in love with the very agent who barely two years after his official beginning of searching for the truth was sent to be a spy, an enemy (or so he thought). To his surprise, she never looked down on his theories, even if she thought he was losing his marbles. Of course, they had misunderstandings, but they treated each other with respect and professionalism. Unfortunately for her, what started as just an assignment to debunk his work turned personal, and she would have just as much at stake as he did. Her pent-up frustrations with all that had been done to her by government men soon manifested until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her tryst with Jerse left Mulder with a sense of jealousy, but also a sense of bewilderment. He couldn’t believe it. Not only was he falling in love with her, she chose not to take her anger out on him when she had every right to. While he wished she hadn’t used sex as her outlet, he couldn’t blame her. After everything, she never did anything to lessen her devotion to their work.

Dana Katherine Scully stole his heart, but she never once stole his trust.

“Mulder?”

His thoughts were interrupted by movement and he felt Scully’s silky smooth hair under his chin.

“Hey, Scully.”

“I can feel you thinking.” Nothing ever got past her.

“Nothing… everything,” he answered.

“Hmm, I think you need to go to sleep,” she said as she moved her head to kiss just under his bottom lip.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Well, we already tried one option,” he stated with a grin.

She gently swatted at his chest and giggled.

They had been taking turns spending the night at the other’s apartment, and most nights at his place turned into passionate nights of lovemaking. Mulder very rarely received visitors, and the chance for interruption was slim to none. While she had argued the same, he had brought up the one and only time her mother had entered her apartment unannounced and walked into her bedroom right as Scully tilted her head back in ecstasy, using her hands to balance herself as she orgasmed with Mulder right on her heel.

Maggie Scully never entered without knocking again.

“I don’t think I have it in me for another round,” she stated. “Although, I do have another idea.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, lately, I noticed your admiration of my breasts,” she paused and smiled, “and how you like to hold them.”

“Oh, um,” he scratched his head self-consciously.

“Hey,” she ran a hand through his hair, “don’t be ashamed. I get it,” she chuckled.

“It’s just…they feel comforting?” Real smooth, Mulder.

“I know,” Scully chuckled. “I don’t mind.”

“Really?”

“Mm hmm.” To prove her point, she shifted and rested her back against Mulder’s chest. She took his hand and brought it under her pajama shirt to cup her breast.

Mulder sighed and rested his cheek against Scully's, letting the movement of her breathing, the beating of her heart, and the comfort of her body lull him to sleep.

What started as a one-time thing became his only way to sleep peacefully. Sometimes it was over clothing, sometimes he got to hold the soft, creamy skin directly. Either way, he was grateful. Scully was an angel, always letting him hold her in whatever way he pleased, which was usually like that first night, holding her breasts from behind. When Mulder went missing, she mentioned how different it felt without the feeling of his large hands comforting her as she held their baby, whispering sweet nothings about their daddy. Their first night together after he came back from the dead, he cradled their child inside her with one hand and held a breast with the other - the two most important people in the world resting in his embrace. While he went away for their safety, his nights were fitful, longing for her touch and she his. When they were reunited and on the run, he cried with her when he felt the release of her milk through her nursing bra, her having adopted out their son less than a week before. She had told him it may take several days until she dried up and so until then, he held them to relieve some of the pressure. Apologies were made as well as love, Mulder telling her over and over how strong she was and her doubting every word.

At the Unremarkable House, the had settled into a sense of normalcy as she was able to let go of her fugitive status and become a doctor for children. As always, he held her breasts as they slept, sometimes with her hands atop his. When the FBI asked for his help, he was eager to jump back in and help, but soon they drifted. He still held her.

While they were apart, his nights were very much like the first time, although this time was his fault. Scully had mentioned how he had started to hold her rougher than she liked, and while he tried, he couldn’t help but feel angry over the events of the year the world was supposed to end. She, rightfully so, couldn’t take anymore, and she packed her bags two years later with a promise of her love for him.

Their first intimate night together after four years apart was a new awakening. Mulder realized how much of his life was wasted without her and never wanted to give it up again. However, he wanted to respect her boundaries, so he didn’t hold her breasts in comfort like he had done so many times before, and consequently couldn’t sleep.

When Scully announced her geriatric pregnancy after thinking William was gone, there were feelings of confusion, elatement, love, and sorrow. That night was spent at the Unremarkable House and while Mulder held her, she had a vision. William was alive. They professed their love for each other and their children. During her pregnancy with their second miracle child, Scully had moved back into their home. One night while she couldn’t sleep, she moved his hands on her breast, telling him it was okay. They were okay.

After Lily was born, Mulder expressed mild annoyance at not being able to be comforted by her breasts like he was recently reaccustomed to due to the fact Lily was breastfeeding. Scully smiled and said, “just a little while longer.”

After Scully nursed their child for the last time, they cried like they did almost everything: together. For the life they could’ve had, the life they did have, and the hope that one day their beloved son would feel safe enough to find them and meet his sister, able to feel the comfort and warmth of his biological parents who still loved him and never forgot about him.

He placed a hand on her left breast, feeling the dum dum, dum dum of her heartbeat. Physical, ever-present proof of her love for him and that she was alive. She was alive and they were together. For good this time.

Mulder held her breasts and she welcomed it, never wanting him to let go.

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lilydalexf · 5 years ago

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hi! i hope you're doing okay amidst the coronavirus frenzy. do you happen to have great recs for multi-chaptered xf fics? preferably AU... i need to lose myself in a little reading bubble lately because the news is super depressing and i feel like i've read a lot of the long fics out there already. thank you so much for your help!

Thank you for the ask! I hope you (and everyone else) is doing well. There are lots of multi-chapter fics in my posts of novel-length fic recs: part 1, part 2, part 3. Many of those stories are AU, but here is a list of AU stories. Not all of them are multi-chapter, but they are all great.

This list of AU stories is HUGE, so it’s behind the Keep Reading cut. First, please enjoy this AU-style gif of Mulder and Scully playing house in Arcadia.

All Things Bright And Green by DBKatePost-“Herrenvolk” AU. Mulder escapes with the child Samantha clone and with Scully, all three go into hiding. Months pass, Christmas is near and the struggle to find joy begins.

The Ballgame by @dksculderScully takes a case in her hometown, an old flame causing mixed emotions for her and Mulder.

Beating the Darkness Back by AnjouWhere do we go from here, now that we are free?

Breathe by TerriIt’s set in the future after Mulder has disappeared and a fearful Scully gets in contact with him.

A Candle for Katherine by MarasmusSometimes it’s the friends you make along the way that make all the difference.

Cubed by Louise MarinScully does a little body-swapping of her own. Can she and Mulder make it back to each other? Do they want to?

A Different Place by @myownsuperintendentHerrenvolk AU. When Mulder successfully brings one of the Samantha clones back from the farm with him, she must learn to adapt to a different life.

Eleventh Hour by Rachel AntonSome feeling defy the confines of time.

False Memories by ZuffyTwo years have passed since Mulder left. And then a woman walks into a bar.

Five Things That Never Happened to Dana Scully by anythingbutgreyDana — and she is always Dana now — looks out the window. She has stopped waiting. Instead, she watches.

Five Years and One Night by ShalimarThis starts post “Kitsunegari” and is full of spoilers including all of season 5. It deals with the events in “Emily”.

if you weren’t so by @seek-its-oppositeDreamland AU. “Thanks for coming out there with me,” he says, like she didn’t leave him alone last night.

In Absentia by QofMushDoes absence make the heart grow fonder or smarter?

In My End is My Beginning, Katabasis, and Homeostasis by JohnieSamantha is found and some truths are finally uncovered, but can Mulder deal with them? / Scully deals with Mulder’s disappearance. / Mulder deals with Scully’s disappearance.

An Inconvenient Truth by @mldrgrlAU Prompt: The events of Tithonus happened Post One-Son because Scully needed a break from Mulder and partnered up with Ritter on the Fellig case

Jasper’s Last Thought by MD1016Scully is abducted again, and returned to find her world has changed.

Katherine of Ireland by Jenna ToomsThe King is dead. Long Live the Queen.

The Long Road to Improbable by @mldrgrlWhat if the flashbacks in Per Manum dated back to season 5? What happened between then and Requiem?

Love, The Missing Word by Sarah KileyMulder and Scully are drafted into WW III. Is distance making the heart grow fonder?

Mobius by L.A. WardWhile investigating the disappearance of a physicist, Scully finds someone she didn’t expect–Mulder.

A Notorious Affair by Nicole PerryMulder and Scully in Hitchcock’s movie ‘Notorious’.

Old Growth Forest by AndreaMulder and Scully investigate the disappearances of homeless people in Madison, Wisconsin and seemingly end up suffering the same fate.

Prelude to an X by Helen WillsMulder’s a freelance journalist and Scully’s just been assigned an “X” file to work on, when they meet.

Road Markers by anythingbutgreyThere are anniversaries she can’t shake. Dates have, over the years, many years, worked their way into her mind as an internal clock.

Rules of Life and Death by @dksculderMulder is presented with a list of conditions he must fulfill to receive an inheritance. Can Scully help him accomplish all of the tasks?

The Sin Eater by Jane MortimerScully disappears into a mysterious vortex and Mulder makes an unbelievable sacrifice to ensure her safe return.

the shadow knows by captaingeorgyMSR AU

Shopping List by threeguessesScully has too many rolls of toilet paper for just one person.

Sinners Come Down by @poeticsandaliensSix years into her marriage to Daniel, Scully meets Fox Mulder at a bar one night, and they get talking and fucking over alcohol and self-pity.

The Smell of the Person You Love by @mangokiwitropicalswirlHere’s some plotless NSFW smutty Thanksgiving AU pie

Tandem by @alienqueequegIn 1988, a young Fox Mulder tries out yoga after a difficult case takes a toll on him.

The 13th Sign and Seven Days in May by Prufrock’s LoveMulder saw no reason for life, death, sex, Armageddon, or emotional dysfunction to stand in the way of true love. / It might be the end of the world. Fox Mulder had a psychic vampire on the loose, a six-year-old son in tow, a ton of emotional baggage, and an FBI budget, but at least he wasn’t dead. Mulder felt things were looking up - romantically and apocalyptically.

Triangulation by LeyannHe finally tracks them down in Oxford in mid-October.

The Unfinished Universe by RevelyMSR. This story wasn’t AU when I started it, but now it is.

Untitled AU by @foxmuldersau where mulder and scully get married during the events of christmas carol/emily, believing it will aid scully in the adoption process. after emily dies, they’re still married

Untitled AU by @frangipanidownunderWeird little five para AU set somewhere in Wales in some unspecified medieval time

Untitled AU by @how-i-met-your-mulderAU where M and S get together during the cancer arc

Untitled AU by @leiascullyAn AU where Requiem never happened.

Untitled AU by @leiascullyMulder told Scully he would do whatever he could to help her adopt Emily and she took him up on it.

Untitled AU by @lyndsaybonesAU where Mulder and Scully move in together circa s7

Untitled AU by @lyndsaybonesAU where Scully is shot instead of Diana

Untitled AU by @mldrgrlau where scully is reassigned from the x files but mulder isn’t

Untitled AU by @real-cream-cheeseAcademic AU

Untitled AU by @real-cream-cheeseset post-orison/pre-en ami, pure angst

Untitled AU by @spookysadsophiePrompt: Mulder and Scully have sex during Pilot, Scully gets pregnant, moves away and meets again at Thanksgiving (prolly a couple of years later) bc Mrs Scully invites him.

Untitled AU by @scapegrace74-blogRoyalty AU

#fic rec #roundup #anon #asks #au #my masterpost of fic rec lists didn't stay current for long #since i already have a new list!#and it's not even a full list of every AU i like a lot #but it is a good start (i hope)

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atths--twice · 4 years ago

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And now it’s time for their only visitor to see how they are doing and meet the baby.

The Ninth Month 6h/6

Chapter Eight

The Visitor

Scully gets an unexpected but most welcomed visitor.

October 31st- late afternoon

Scully was feeling a smidge more like an actual human. She had a shower and changed her gown again. She still ached and felt like a freight train had crashed into her lower half, but she was cleaner than she had been a couple of hours ago.

Faith had also had a bath. The day nurse, an older woman named Jill, had brought in a basin and helped them give her her first bath. Mulder had really been in charge of helping and Scully had taken some pictures with his phone. He had been so nervous and adorable, ill had already fallen in love with him, therefore he could do no wrong in her eyes.

He put Faith’s diaper on and put on a little onesie, extra careful and asking all kinds of questions. Jill had smiled and answered them all. She showed him how to swaddle the baby once she was dressed, then let him try on his own. When he got it right, he had grinned at Scully. She got another picture before Jill had helped her into the bathroom for her shower.

When she came out, Mulder was sitting on the couch with Faith. Her head resting on his chest, his hands resting on her head and her bottom, holding her securely. She could see his fingers slowly rubbing across her back, his eyes closed.

When he heard her shuffling around, he opened his eyes and smiled at her, his eyes so full of love. She got back in bed and laid down again, Jill making sure she was okay. Mulder got up and brought her the baby. He said he was going to go down to the cafeteria and get some coffee and a snack and he would be back in a few minutes. She nodded and he left the room.

She sat staring at the baby as she held her in her arms, marveling at the intricacy of her features. Her perfect eyebrows, her lips, the softness of her skin, the dark hair that seemed to have the smallest hint of red. She was perfect and so beautiful.

She moved in her sleep and her eyebrows went up, her face scrunched, and she wiggled her tiny body, before settling down again. Scully felt such happiness within her, it was like a drug coursing through her system. It had been worth it. All the pain and the worry, for this moment, and this person she was holding. She was so in love with her already.

The hospital room door opened slowly and she thought Mulder was back already. A pink balloon came through the door, then a shiny pink Mylar one saying “It’s a girl!,” and finally the person attached to the end of the strings. Skinner. Mulder must have called him.

She smiled at him and at the way he visibly relaxed, when he saw she was awake. He put the balloons in the chair by the bed and walked over to her.

He bent and kissed her cheek as he looked at the baby. Putting his hand on Scully’s shoulder, he lightly touched the baby’s head with the other. Scully watched him touch her, unable to tear her eyes away from the baby’s face.

“She’s perfect, Dana,” Skinner said in a whisper and Scully smiled. He stroked her small head and then stood up and back from the bed. Scully looked up at him and smiled.

“Would you like to hold her?” she asked him quietly.

She saw his moment of panic, but she nodded encouragingly at him as she started to shift around and move the baby. She waited until he put his hands out and then she passed her over. He cradled her head and pulled her in close. She smiled at the sight of him holding her second child. Skinner, the big tough man, losing his cool exterior when a baby was placed in his arms.

He kept his eyes on the baby before glancing at her with a smile. He moved the balloons and sat down on the edge of the chair. Scully moved around a little, seething when pain shot through her lower half.

Skinner looked over at her and she shook her head. She raised the head of the bed up a little to a more comfortable position. She smiled watching Skinner look at the baby. He smiled softly as he did, unaware that she was staring at him.

Tears filled her eyes at the beauty of the moment. The sweet way he held and murmured to her. He smiled at her and then looked back at Scully.

They smiled at each other and he sat back in the chair. He looked at the baby again and sighed.

“She is truly beautiful. I don’t know if this will sound good or bad, considering she’s a girl, but she looks a lot like Mulder,” Skinner said as he watched her sleep. Scully laughed and Skinner looked at her with a smile.

“Since I have always enjoyed looking at Mulder, I’ll take that as good news,” she said, still chuckling. Skinner nodded and smiled. He looked down at the baby again and then shook his head, rocking her a little.

“What’s her name?” he asked.

“Faith,” Scully said, watching his reaction to the name. “Faith Katherine Mulder.”

Skinner froze his small movements and looked at Scully. She saw that he understood the meaning behind the name, without her needing to say anything. He stared at her, his gaze falling to her necklace, then back to her face. He nodded and smiled, looking back at the baby and she closed her eyes.

Other hospital visits flashed through her memory. Her cancer, Mulder’s journey back from the dead, Mulder’s mother taken ill, both of them wounded countless times in duty. Skinner had made an appearance at nearly all of them.

The memory presenting itself most, was him arriving to tell her Mulder had disappeared. The way his voice had broken had broken her heart as well.

She had news of her own that day. He was the first and only person who knew her secret for awhile. It was fitting he was their first visitor and the first to hold the baby besides the two of them.

She heard him sniff and she opened her eyes. He was watching the baby, but she heard another sniff. He tried to keep his face hidden, but she saw a tear. Leave it to a small bundle of happiness to bring the strong men she knew in her life to tears. Barely one day old and she already held so much power.

“That’s a fine name. Fitting. It’s a good choice,” he said, keeping his eyes on the baby. “Hello, Faith. It’s nice to meet you.”

Scully’s eyes filled and spilled over hearing him speak to her and continue his murmurings to her. Faith woke up and stared at him. Her big blue eyes seemingly taking him in.

“Wow,” he said, looking over at Scully as she wiped at her eyes. He smiled slightly. “She definitely has your eyes. Mulder is in serious trouble.”

She laughed out a sob and Skinner smiled. He stood up and brought her back to Scully. Placing Faith in her arms, he stood up again. He watched her situate the baby better before he cleared his throat. Scully looked up at him and he stepped back from the bed. He started to pace around the room, not looking at her, his hands in his pockets.

“When I was younger, my dad was a tough man. He was older when I was born, in his late forties. He was hard to get to know and he kept us all at a distance. I had two younger brothers and we all were brought up to be tough, to fight for what we wanted, stand up for ourselves,” he said as he paced. Scully watched him unsure where this was headed.

“My father did not tolerate lying, cheating, or any type of behavior that would cast himself or his sons in a bad light. He wanted us to have strong moral character." He stopped pacing and seemed to be in thought. Scully waited, saying nothing.

“When I left for Vietnam, he told me he was proud of me for my decision, to fight for my country. After I had almost died, and I came home, it was the only time my father hugged me as an adult. Honestly, probably the only time ever, that I can remember anyway. It meant more than I ever expressed to him. I was an adult by age, had fought for my country, but I was still like a child, craving the approval of my father." He paused again and then shook his head.

“After I was married and began working at the bureau, I didn’t see my father much. Phone calls, some holidays, but not much. He died in 1990 and I went home for his funeral. My mother had passed a year before from a stroke. My brothers and I spent a week getting the house ready to sell. None of us had overly fond memories of it and we all had our own lives we were living. Dealing with a house was not something we wanted. On the second to last day, when most everything else was done, we went down into the basement, where my father had spent most of his time. It was a finished room we had played in as kids. We each took a corner and started cleaning out the junk. My brother called us over to where he had been cleaning, by my father’s desk. He had found a box of letters. Letters addressed to each of us that my father never sent. We sat down, each with our letters and began to read the words he wrote, but could never say. There were letters going back years, and his words were beautiful. We sat there, the three men he raised to be tough and strong, crying over words we never heard, but could read and see plain as day. I was thirty eight years old when I learned for the first time that my father loved me." He paused and looked at Scully.

She had tears running down her face. Faith had fallen back to sleep and Scully held her as she cried for the man who was almost like a father to her. To not know love the way she had from her own father, it broke her heart.

She cried for both Mulder and Skinner. Two men who had yearned for their father’s approval and love. Neither had received exactly what they needed, but they had become good men. Honest, hardworking, moral, trustworthy, kind men.

“I know that you and Mulder will do better than my parents did and that is a comfort to me. She will not wonder if you love her, if she has fallen short in any regard, or what she can do to gain your trust and care. She will know it when she looks at you, feels your hand upon her back, lays her head on your chest, or when the day comes and she slams her door in anger but then seeks you out and all is forgiven,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “She will know, Dana, because she will see how you and Mulder care for each other and your love will be her example.”

Scully was openly weeping. She dropped her head and looked at the baby in her arms. The one she loved before she was born and would now die for without question. She would know she was loved and lived in a loving household. She would hear it every day and know it by the actions she would see.

Skinner walked close to the bed and waited, handing her a tissue to blow her nose and wipe her eyes. She sniffed and blew her nose once more.

Skinner placed his hand lightly on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

“Thank you for telling me about your family. And you’re right, she will know she is loved. She will know how we love her and each other,” Scully said, stroking Faith's cheek.

Skinner cleared his throat again and asked if he could put the baby in her small bed. She was curious as to why, but she agreed. She handed her over to him and he put her down gently. He turned back toward Scully and reached in his inside jacket pocket. He took something out and held it in his hand before he looked at her.

“When my mother died, after the funeral, my father went down into his basement. He didn’t stay upstairs with the other mourners. He didn’t really speak to any of us, just stayed downstairs. To some, it may have seemed he didn’t care or was not grieving “properly.” I knew my father. He was grieving, but in his own way. When we were packing up the house, we found a card from my mother to my father. She told him how much she loved him and that she was thankful for spending her life with him. This was inside the envelope." He handed Scully what he had in his hand.

It was a small cloth bag with a drawstring. She untied the bag, opened it, and dumped the contents into her hand. On a silver chain was a blue stone that shone brightly in the light. Scully looked at it and then at Skinner.

“My mother’s birthday was in October, that was her birthstone, and the only piece of jewelry she wore besides her wedding ring. I don’t remember ever seeing her without it my entire life. My father bought it for her a year after they were married and she said on many occasions that aside from her children, it was her favorite thing in the world. After she died, my father must have kept it. A way to hold onto a piece of her,” Skinner said quietly.

He smiled at Scully as she cried looking again at the necklace. It was beautiful, but she could not accept something so personal and important to Skinner. She looked at him and started to try to hand the necklace back to him. He stopped her hand and held it in both of his own. He smiled again.

“I said that the name Faith was fitting. Not just because of what it means to you and to Mulder, but because of a memory I recalled when you told me her name. A memory about the necklace,” Skinner said letting go of her hand.

“She lost it once, my mother. The chain broke and she didn’t feel it slip from her neck. She cried when she noticed it was gone. No way to know where it was or when it had fallen off of her. A week it was gone. She said repeatedly she knew she would find it. She had faith that she would. My brothers and I were playing in the backyard, when I noticed something shining in the grass. It was her necklace. It must have fallen when she was hanging laundry on the clothesline outside. I brought it in to her and she cried as she held it in her hands, before she hugged me. She said she never lost faith and her necklace had been found." Skinner smiled at her and pointed to the necklace. “I don’t have, nor plan to have children of my own. When I found out you were having another baby, I planned on giving that to you. But now that I know she’s a girl, and I’ve heard her name, knowing what it means to you and Mulder, I know my mother would want Faith to have her necklace.”

Scully cried as he finished speaking. She leaned toward him and raised her arms out to him. He leaned in and held her for a minute.

“Thank you, Skinner- Walter. This necklace is a beautiful gift and the story behind it was lovely. You are right, it is fitting. I will keep it safe for her until she’s older,” she said as she grasped his hand. She looked at the necklace again. The blue of the stone was beautiful. She gently put it back in the bag. “Could you please put this in the backpack over there?

The baby gave a short cry as she handed him the necklace bag. “And then, would you mind handing me my girl? She needs to eat, and she tends to get crabby if she doesn’t get what she wants when she asks for it. She’s like her mama in that regard.”

They both laughed and he did as she asked. He scooped the baby up and handed her to Scully. He kissed her cheek again and said he would see her soon, to get some rest, and take care of that girl. He touched the baby’s head again and headed toward the door.

“Dana,” he said, his hand on the door handle. “She truly is a miracle and you chose a good name.”

She smiled at him. He opened the door and left. She kept her eyes on the door until the baby began to cry. Scully pulled her gown aside and brought the baby to her breast. She latched on and begin to nurse.

She closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of the baby nursing. Gaining what she needed to thrive.

She finished nursing her and laid her on her shoulder to gently burp her. She leaned the bed back and held the baby to her chest. She rubbed her hand up and down her tiny back.

Sleep was pulling at her as she sat with the baby. The past day catching up to her. She turned on her side, adjusting her gown. She laid the baby on the bed, cradling her in her arms. She closed her eyes and kissed her little head.

“Faith,” Scully whispered. “You are a miracle, little one, and you are so loved. So very loved.” She took a deep breath and fell asleep.

That was how Mulder found them fifteen minutes later. He looked at the balloons, wondering who had been there. He did not dwell on it too long, his gaze landing on the two people in the bed. The two women in his life who meant the world to him. He kissed both of them on the head, pulled up the chair, and sat down.

He watched them sleep before he felt his own eyes growing heavy. He leaned his head back on the seat, closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and was asleep within minutes.

Jill walked in to check on them. She stopped and smiled at the sight of them all asleep. She took out her cell phone and took a picture, slowly backed out of the room, and closed the door behind her. They needed their rest. It had been a long day for everyone in the room.

She looked at the picture of them as she walked away and she smiled. This was one of her favorite parts of her job, snapping the “first picture,” the real one, not a posing and smiling one. The one that showed the truth about birth- the exhaustion, happiness, and love.

She sent the photo to the printer and waited for it to print. She liked to slip in the picture with the file, so it was there with their discharge papers. She looked at it again when it had printed. She smiled as she walked to the nurses station. She found their file and added it to it, putting it back and heading off to the next patient, her phone ready to capture the love she knew she would always find.

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Ahh, Skinner. I love our FBI dad so much. He’s such a good guy, and he loves our favorite agents. He will be a great “Uncle Walter” for the baby. : )

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katherine1753 · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by @slow-burn-sally thanks friend :D

your name and then what you would have named yourself

Katherine. I’m not sure, something shorter or that can only be spelled one way lol.

astrological sign (sun/moon/rising if you know them)

Cancer. I have no idea what sun/moon/rising means. I was supposed to be born during Virgo though if that means anything?

when did you join tumblr and why?

......2010. To follow some fandom artists I liked on deviantart and some youtube people. I’ve been here a good long while.

top 5 fandoms

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, The Terror, The Untamed, Good Omens, uhhhhhh either Star Wars or Sherlock idk I’m very focused on the other four right now haha

top 5 favorite films

I don’t knowwww um The Holiday, Ocean’s 8, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Shining, Beauty and the Beast

go to song when you wanna Feel something

Wildfire - Marianas Trench

what’s your religion or faith if you have one?

I was raised Methodist so I guess that?

a song that makes you feel seen

hmmm probably something else by Marianas Trench tbh

if you could have any career

Wellll I love my job, I’m a kennel manager/dog groomer(mostly), maybe the same thing but paid better lol. I mean I’d love to be like a singer or artist or something but I’m thinking realistically here. I’m doing absolutely nothing with my degree/s, so something in those fields would be nice too...

do you have a type?

I don’t think so? I’m mostly into women and I just like any of them. As for men, at least fictionally, I like men who look like they’re straight out of the 1800s, ready to faint from scurvy or tuberculosis or something. Or the dark brooding type. Would I like any of them as regular human beings? I have no idea. As for everyone else, *shrug*? idk just someone who’s nice to me

what does your heart/soul yearn for

a HUG. freaking hugs. physical touch. Stupid covid. My best friend and I have seen each other at a distance a few times this year because it’s our 20th year of friendship and I can’t even hug her and it physically pains me that I cannot.

if you had to describe yourself in 5 words

quiet, creative, tired, indecisive, good-with-animals

favorite subjects in school

in high school, band. in college...most of my major classes? uhhh Celtic Prehistory and Archaeogeology are standing out at the moment.

where does your soul feel most at home

somewhere with woods/mountains/moss

top 5 fictional characters:

ahhhh I’ll limit myself to one per fandom: John Segundus, Thomas Jopson, Dana Scully, Wen Ning, Belle

top 3 moments in a show that made you ugly cry

Nicole and I just finished the Untamed so I’m going with that: 1. When Wen Ning yelled all the truths at Cheng and it was a huge massive reveal that I predicted but all of the pretty men were crying and it was emotionalllllll. 2. like the entire rest of the show ummm the long lost cousin/child/nephew reveal 3. The ending. “...Wei Ying.” if you know then you KNOW

the earth, the sun, the moon or the stars

earth

favorite kind of weather

basically now? Fall. Any of it.

top 3 characters you kin with

ummmm idk Guillermo de la Cruz, Lan Zhan, can I say John Segundus again?

favorite medium of art

pencil/pen/marker. Something on a paper!

introvert/extrovert/ambivert

oh introvert for sure.

a favorite literary quote

“the Beauty of the House is immeasurable; its Kindness infinite” - Piranesi

some of your favorite books:

and suddenly I’ve forgotten every book I’ve ever read. Piranesi, Gideon the Ninth/Harrow the Ninth, Neverwhere, Good Omens, And Then There Were None

if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

I’m in GA, I like GA, somewhere by myself.

if you could live in any time in history when would it be?

as much as I love historical periods, probably now. Medically I wouldn’t have done so well otherwise lol

if you could play any instrument masterfully

I think piano or guitar would be the most like...useful? I was pretty decent at clarinet.

if you have one, what mythological god or goddess do you feel a connection to

Idk, I’ve always thought Hades was cool

and lastly, favorite recent selfie in your camera roll

my hair is a completely different color now but this was from a couple weeks ago. It’s a decent one!

#tag game #ask meme #i never know what to call these question games but i love answering them

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Three things you will remove from txf, and three things you will keep (it can be anything, characters, plot, arc, etc..)

*Oooooh! What an interesting ask!

Hmmm, mine might be a little overarching and big, so I hope they’re okay, but...

Three things I’d remove (I had to re-write this like three times because I just kept listing things I wish had been included):

1) Some of the uncomfortable aspects of “Babylon”. There are parts I don’t hate, but I’m not sure if depictions of Muslims as terrorists was something America necessarily needed on prime time network television in 2016.

2) The placement of the current last scene of the series. Not saying to discard it, I just wish we had a better final moment, something more like the S8 or S9 final scene. I would have preferred something more loving and MSR-y not as a rushed moment of trauma. I think all the My Struggles’ biggest issue was pacing. I wish they all (or atleast the finales) could have been two hours long. This is an iconic series, it deserved that. So I wish we could have seen them after that scene talking or something. A sweet hopeful moment.

3) Annoying inconsistencies. Some I don’t care about, others aggrivate me.

Three things I’d keep:

1) THE BEST SHIP OF ALL TIME THAT IS MSR, INCLUDING THE SEVEN YEARS OF UST. I’m glad they made us wait so long, call me a masochist but I’m all about that #UST.

2) Season 11 Mulder’s character development. Mulder’s growth is amazing. I know it is a result of the breakup, which breaks my heart but had to happen, but I stan a Mulder who comes to terms with the only thing he needs at the end of the day is Dana Katherine Scully. That the only truth he needs is that their love is beautiful.

3) Scully being an iconic feminist icon. Her brains, her braun, her wit, her beauty, her effect on millions of young women past, present, and future. God. One of the best television characters of all time.

THANKS FOR THE ASK!!!!! <3

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danadeservesadrink · 4 years ago

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7, 9, 10, 13, 14, 16, 17, 22, 23, 28, 30, 33, 34, 40, 44, 45, 46. For the xf questions. Have fun :)

7. Scully or Mulder?

Ms. Dana Katherine Scully MD

9. The Lone Gunmen or Walter Skinner?

As much as I love the Skinman, the Gunmen have a special place in my heart

10. Who is your favorite character aside from Mulder and Scully?

Melissa Scully will forever be a personal fave and I think about how they did her dirty every day.

13.Favorite season(s)? Why?

Season 3 honestly bc they both look hot and it contains most of my favorite episodes but honestly sunner ups include 2, 5, and 7.

14. Favorite episode(s)? Why?

War of the Coprophages bc jealous and domestic Scully, Ice bc Tension, Bad Blood bc Funny, and Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose bc all of the above.

16. Favorite character developments for Scully?

Watching her grow in her ability to safely express her emotions, and allowing herself to be more “unbuttoned”. I don’t think she ever feared being emotional, she was just always told to keep that out of her job, but Mulder showed her that by allowing herself to feel emotions she is not less than, but human.

17. Favorite character developments for Mulder?

That bitch needed to learn that his actions have consequences.

22. How do you feel about that bitch Alex Krycek?

Hot. Spicy. Bitchy. 5/10.

23. Which broke your heart more: Emily arc or William arc?

Emily. I still write fic about it.

28. IWTB or FTF? Why?

FTF. I honestly am just here for their characters in this one and IWTB is way too heavy.

30. How did you feel about FTF?

Honestly its just a whole vibe.

33. Favorite season finale?

Deadass season one I still think about that and they were still so pure and honestly its what made me keep watching the show.

34. Scruffy Mulder or clean shaven Mulder?

I have an unhealthy obsession with clean shaven puppy dog Mulder, but I’m more attracted to scruffy Mulder. Weird.

40. How do you feel about the direction Chris Carter takes as the series progresses?

We do not speak of that man in my house.

44.When did you first start watching The X-Files?

At age 16, literally a month before they took it off Netflix.

45. Why did you first start watching The X-Files?

Got my heart broke and developed an obsession with a show that has characters I relate to and can project onto as a coping mechanism check!

46. What are your thoughts about extraterrestrial life?

Do I think ET is out there watching us? Maybe. Do I think the universe if far to big to have humanity be the only sentient species in it? Definitely.

Sorry this took me so long but here ya go!

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9 Best TV Roles From Gillian Anderson

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Full-time TV goddess and part-time television detective Gillian Anderson is never far from our minds. Here are nine of our favorite TV roles from the actress, whose on-screen legacy reaches far past The X-Files franchise to British period dramas, eccentric Bryan Fuller shows, and animated snarkiness.

Dana Scully in The X-Files

Let’s just get this way out of the way, shall we? Not because Anderson’s turn as Agent Dana Scully over the course of 11 seasons (and counting?) of The X-Files TV show and two The X-Files movies should or could be diminished, but because most everyone is familiar with Anderson’s turn as the chronically skeptical FBI agent.

Dana Katherine Scully is more than a TV character. She’s an institution. I grew up watching The X-Files and having a female character who wasn’t the same cookie-cutter example of what it was to be a woman made me feel like much more was possible. Gillian Anderson’s understated, yet affecting portrayal of the character was a large part of that.

Scully was (and still is) complex and flawed. She is a scientist with a commitment to her Catholic faith. She is a skeptic who, nonetheless, believes in Mulder. And she is funny as anything—much of that down to Anderson’s dry, deadpan delivery (“Bad Blood” being a great, oft-cited example). If Gillian Anderson had to have one character define her career, she could do a lot worse that Scully.

Miss Havisham in Great Expectations

If you’re looking for a great Great Expectations adaptation, the 2011 BBC/PBS miniseries is not your best bet. If you’re looking for a role in which Gillian Anderson gets to chew up the scenery in a miniseries-stealing performance, this three-part series is for you.

Anderson is so often cast in understated roles, and she plays them incredibly well, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t gratifying to see her make moves as a completely over-the-top villainous character, like her turn as the bitter, mentally unstable, and highly-flammable Miss Havisham. As they should probably start saying in England: Come for the Dickens, stay for the Anderson.

Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier in Hannibal

Hannibal is not a show for the faint of heart, but it rewards viewers endlessly with its sumptuous visuals, unpredictably gruesome plot, and its ridiculously stellar cast. Gillian Anderson is only one of the many talented actors who make up this ensemble — including Mads Mikkelsen, Hugh Dancy, Laurence Fishburne, and Gina Torres.

Remember how we were talking about how Anderson often plays understated characters? Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier may be the most understated of the bunch. Perhaps the most enigmatic character on a show filled with enigmatic characters, Anderson manages to imbue the sly, clever Bedelia with a complex vulnerability that her cold, proper surface only occasionally lets through. If you are a fan of Gillian Anderson or good TV, Hannibalis a must-watch.

Lady Dedlock in Bleak House

A big part of Gillian Anderson’s career renaissance has been Dickensian adaptations and this is, perhaps, the best example. The BBC did a 15-part (eight-hour) adaptation of Bleak House in 2015. Anderson took on the role of the cold, secretive Lady Dedlock and she is one of many deft moving parts in this brilliant retelling of the Dickens classic, which is much more fun than its lawyer-heavy premise might suggest.

Anderson seemingly agrees. She spoke with The Daily Beast about finding an appreciation for Dickens through her acting, saying:

One of the only things that I have regrets about in my life is my experience of school and education. I wish I had known how important it was to pay attention … My first foray into a lot of the classics has been through my work. It’s only after falling in love with the screenplay or adaptation that I’ve then gone on to read the novels themselves.

Stella Gibson in The Fall

If you’re and Anderson fan and haven’t yet watched The Fall,a Northern Ireland-set crime drama about the cat-and-mouse game between Detective Inspector Stella Gibson and serial killer Paul Spector (played by Jamie Dornan), then stop reading this and go do so now. Anderson plays Stella Gibson, an English DI who is brought to Belfast to stop the series of murders of young professional women that have been occurring in the city. The Fall has been celebrated for the fact that Anderson plays a character who is almost always male. She is extremely focused (and good at) her job, sees sex as a primarily casual habit, and doesn’t have the most robust of personal lives.

Anderson’s nuanced performance makes Stella a strong and sympathetic character — one who is deeply affected by the way that men take out their anger and frustrations out on women, and who knows how to navigate a world and professional space riddled with misogyny and casual sexism. Anderson has called Stella Gibson her favorite role, and it’s easy to see why. The actress is asked to do a lot in the BBC drama—and she more than steps up to the challenge.

Dana Scully in The Simpsons

Sure, this is really just a guest starring role on someone else’s TV show, but how could we not include at least one of Gillian Anderson’s animated turns? (She also appears briefly on Robot Chicken,as Fiona.) This X-Files spoof episode—”The Springfield Files”—comes in The Simpson’s eighth season and it is filled with in-jokes about the paranormal drama. David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson basically just voice their characters, but — as A.V. Club‘s review notes — “Anderson is, if anything, even more restrained than she is on The X-Files, which makes her lines funnier.”

“The Springfield Files” is far from the best episode of The Simpsons, but it is another great example of the kind of range Anderson has. Sure, she may be playing another version of her most well-known character, but getting that same character across in voice work is far different from getting that character across on live-action TV. Anderson nails it.

Media in American Gods

Sadly, Gillian Anderson is no longer on American Gods, which has suffered a series of high-profile “departures” that began with the “exit” of showrunners Bryan Fuller and Michael Green before Season 2. But we will always have one season of Anderson as Media, the mouthpiece of the New Gods, in this Starz adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s bestselling novel. As Media takes on the form of various celebrities and lives off the worship people give to their various screens, we got to see Anderson transform herself into people like Marilyn Monroe, Lucille Ball, and David Bowie—a smorgasbord of eclectic Anderson performances all in one show! For one season, we truly were blessed.

Jean Milburn in Sex Education

For a show that is mostly about The Youths, Anderson certainly makes her presence felt in Netflix’s British dramedy Sex Education. Anderson plays Jean Milburn, a single mom to teen protagonist Otis (Asa Butterfield), and a sex therapist. When Otis somewhat accidentally shares some of the sex education his mother has been feeding him presumably for his entire adolescence to a school bully, he falls into the sex advice business, helping his classmates with their sexual struggles. As Jean, Anderson gets to be both wise and neurotic, a mother and not defined by it. She also gets to regularly deliver lines like: “Why don’t you start by telling me your earliest memory of your scrotum.” Honestly, we deserve this show and its brilliant casting of Gillian Anderson.

Anna Pavlovna in War & Peace

Still have room for one more Gillian Anderson-starring period drama? (You know you do.) In this lush yet somewhat soulless 2016 adaptation of Tolstoy’s tome, Anderson plays “glittering society hostess” Anna Pavlovna. Written by period adaptation master Andrew Davies and directed by Peaky Blinders‘ Tom Harper and featuring a cast that also includes Paul Dano, Lily James, and James Norton, War & Peace has a lot going for it even if it never fully capitalizes on its deep reserves of talent and, honestly, with such an expansive cast and Anderson in a supporting role, our fave only gets a small amount of screen time. But, per the usual, Anderson steals the show.

What are your favorite Gillian Anderson TV roles? Sound off in the comments below…

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