#emily lives

[astridncs]

Little Miracles

Fictober 2022 — Day 16: “Check that again, are you sure?” (from this list); tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022; also on AO3

First part of this fic is inspired by @alienbaby-babymama‘s Day 7 Fictober fic <3

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“Check that again, are you sure?” She asked after what felt like a lifetime of just staring at the screen.

The doctor smiled, “Yes, Dana, I’m pretty sure.”

“Like a hundred percent sure?” she asked again. “Is that what I think it is?” her voice trembled and her hand shook as she reached out to point at the visible figure on the screen.

“Yes, Dana. You’re having a baby.” The doctor told her once again. “Are you okay?”

Scully took in a deep breath, her heart raced, and she couldn’t fathom all of what was happening. Yet, a watery smile bloomed on her face.

“Yeah,” she sniffled. “I just can’t believe this. My husband and I have been trying…maybe miracles do happen.” She said, laughing a bit through tears that had started to spill from her eyes.

“Miracles do happen, Dana. Not always, but when they do, they’re the most amazing thing ever. Congratulations.”

Scully smiled at the doctor’s words. It truly was the best thing ever, and she couldn’t wait to tell Mulder and Emily. Oh how she knew those two would be delighted.

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[scullysexual]

31 Days of Fictober (13/31)

autumn prompts | emily au | second person mulder pov | g | wc; 388 | ao3 | fictober day 13 |

@today-in-fic @xffictober2021

Sorry if this one is a bit meh. I wrote it when I was tired and had a head ache.

Mommy's Magic Healing Kisses.

Prompt: “Did you cut yourself carving a pumpkin? Let me see it.”

Pumpkin carving turned out to be more difficult than you first thought. First, you curse Scully for not having decently sharpened knives. Then, you curse the knife itself when your right hand catches on the blade you hold in your left.

Emily’s eyes widen as you yell a stream of expletives, stare locked on your bleeding hand.

“Em, get me a towel,” you say through clenched teeth.

You try to stop the flow with your other hand while the child runs to get you a cloth. When she returns, she seems to have been replaced by a miniature Scully.

“You need it run it under water and hold it above your head,” the child instructs.

You do exactly that, shutting your eyes against the pain and mess.

“Does it hurt?” Emily is asking.

You open your eyes to see the look of concern on the girl’s face.

“Not really.” The pain had turned into a dull ache. “Just not a fan of blood.”

“Oh,” says Emily dully. “Mommy said as much.” Her eyes widen then as if being struck with a life-changing idea.

“Maybe we should call her!” She makes a beeline for the phone.

“No,” you call gently behind her. “She’ll be home soon. It’s just a scratch.”

Scully was home soon and it didn’t take Emily long to tell her of the accident.

“Did you cut your hand carving a pumpkin?” You swear you can hear laughter in her voice.

“Because of your knife,” you say.

She laughs. “Or the hand holding it.” She makes her way toward you. “Let’s see it.”

You hold out your makeshift bandaged hand for her inspection.

“It’s not too bad,” she says.

“You should kiss it better like you do my scratches,” suggests Emily. “Mommy’s Magic Healing Kisses,” she informs you.

You laugh, noted, and cock an eyebrow tempting her.

Scully humours you, eyes still glistening with laughter. She bows her head and kisses your hand, lips lingering on the wound longer than you expected. It causes your smile to fall and you to gulp. Her eyes lock with yours, she knows what she’s doing.

“Better?” asks Emily, none the wiser to what has just transpired between the adults.

“Uh…yeah,” you answer after searching for your voice.

You had to admit there was some truth to Mommy’s Magic Healing Kisses.

[freckleslikestars]

Aeque principaliter

Set in my Emily lives universe because we all have one. Emily asks pertinent questions about human anatomy.

1860 words, read here on AO3

‘Mommy?’

‘Yes, Baby?’ Scully asked distractedly as she reread the same line over and over in her case report, trying to figure out a better way to phrase it so that she didn’t make Mulder sound committable. She’d come home from their latest case a day earlier than him to pick Emily up from her mother’s and his flight was due in about an hour and a half. Home. She smiled at the thought, There hadn’t been anything official, but Mulder had gradually been moving his stuff into her apartment until his fish tank appeared in the hallway outside the bedrooms the other week, and his apartment, now empty but for his worn furniture, had not had its rental agreement renewed.

Emily looked up from where she sat at her small desk beside Scully’s, the one she sat at to colour whilst her mom worked, ‘why do you have boobies and Mulder doesn’t?’

She tilted her head, retyped the sentence, and turned to her daughter’s wide, innocent eyes. ‘I... well, Baby, I have breasts because I’m female, and Mulder doesn’t because he’s male.’

That seemed to satisfy her for about ten seconds. ‘But why?’

Scully took a final glance at her screen before saving her report and turning it off. She stood and lifted Emily up, carrying her to the sofa and settling her on her lap. ‘Well, when a woman has a baby, the baby needs milk to drink because they can’t eat food yet. But they can’t drink the milk that you and I drink because it makes their tummy hurt, so their mommy has breasts to make special milk for them.’

Her little brow furrowed, thumb sneaking into her mouth before Scully extricated it again, ‘did my other mommy make me special milk?’

A sigh, soft hair tucked behind little ears, ‘I don’t think so, Baby.’

‘Why?’

‘Well, do you remember why you came to live with me?’

‘Because you’re my real mommy. Did you give me your special milk when I was a baby, then?’

‘No. I’m sorry, Baby. One day, when you’re older, I’ll tell you the whole story.’

‘Did you not want me?’

‘Oh, Emily,’ she buried her face in strawberry-smelling hair, hid her tears from her daughter, ‘you were taken from me before I even knew about you. I didn’t...I didn’t get a chance to want you before they took you, but if I did I’d want you as much as I want you now, okay? More than anything. And don’t you ever let anyone tell you different, okay? I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ she snuggled further into Scully’s warmth, seemingly content in the silence of the apartment for a good three minutes. ‘Mommy?’

‘Yes, Baby?’

‘Are you going to have another baby and give them your special milk?’

That...wasn’t exactly what Scully had expected from her daughter. Since their weekend at the beach four months before, Mulder had respected her wishes to not talk about the possibility of going back to trying with the IVF until she felt ready to bring it up with Emily. Now Emily had brought the subject up on her own, she wasn’t sure she could dodge it anymore. ‘Well,’ she hesitated, ‘that depends.’

‘On what?’

‘On lots of things. It depends on if I can even have another baby, which I might not be able to-‘

‘Why?’

‘Because some men hurt me when they took you away from me, and it means that I might not be able to have another baby.’

‘They hurt you?’

‘They did. But it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore.’

‘What else?’

Scully smiled, her daughter’s analytical mind so much like her own, ‘it depends on if Mulder wants another baby-‘

‘He does, I bet he does because he loves you.’

‘Maybe so. We also have to figure out where a baby would sleep – we don’t really have much room here for another baby so we’d have to think about finding a new home maybe. And it depends on our work. A baby takes a lot of time and energy to grow and look after, and between Mulder and me we’d have to take a lot of time off of work.’

‘Huh...’ Emily frowned, ‘but then you could spend more time with me and the new baby and Grandma so that’s good, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, it is. There is one more thing it depends on.’

Emily looked up at her, wide eyes waiting, ‘what?’

‘You. You’re my baby, Emily, and in the end, Mulder and I think you should have a say. We want you to have a voice and if you don’t want us to have another baby, that’s okay and we understand that and love you just the same, but if you do want a baby brother or sister, we’ll do what we can to make that happen. But it’s something I think you need to think about and ask us any questions you want to.’

‘Hmm,’ she pursed her little lips, fiddling with Scully’s cross that matched her own, ‘I don’t have any questions.’

‘That’s okay. You can ask us anything whenever you think of it.’

‘No, I don’t have any questions because I know I want you to have another baby.’

‘Yeah?’ she brushed her daughter’s fine hair out of her eyes, ‘why?’

‘Because I think someone should drink your special milk otherwise it will be wasted.’

Scully laughed, ‘that’s not really how it works Baby. But that’s very thoughtful of you.’

‘I still think you should have another baby.’

‘Okay. How about I talk about it with Mulder.’

‘Uh-huh,’ she gave her mother one final squeeze then squirmed off of her lap, wandering back to her little desk and sitting down, ‘when will Mulder be home?’

‘In about an hour. Shall we go pick him up from the airport?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Okay. Five more minutes, then coat on in that case.’

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Other than two drivers with signs dangling by their side, Scully, with Emily perched on her hip, was the only one waiting to welcome someone. Emily was dozing, in and out of sleep, the head of her stuffed giraffe gravitating towards her mouth until Scully removed it, only for it to end up being chewed again five minutes later. It was well past her bedtime, and she’d be difficult tomorrow, but tomorrow was Saturday and after a case, Saturdays always meant lazy pyjama and movie days anyway these days.

The sounds of the sleepy airport filtered around them, staticky Tannoy announcements and the hiss of sliding doors, the occasional squeak of a suitcase wheel on the linoleum, lulling Scully into a comforting sense of security. She spent half her life in airports; their liminal space had become something she could quite easily slip into without much trouble.

One weary businessman trickled in after another, Emily’s head lifting off her shoulder as they both craned to watch for a familiar spike of hair and crooked nose and wild smile.

And there he was, his face brightening at his welcome party as Emily struggled to free herself from her mother’s embrace, running full pelt at him and throwing herself into his arms.

He was clutching her to his chest, smelling her soft hair, when she cried out, as if only just remembering, ‘Mulder Mulder Mulder, you and Mommy are going to have a baby!’

It took him a moment to process what she had said before his eyes opened and he stared at Scully. The stream of men in dull suits that had been funnelling around them turned to glance at him, though he didn’t notice. Scully had been walking to him at a slower pace than Emily had run, though she was now less than a yard away.

‘I didn’t expect her to say that,’ she cringed apologetically.

‘Scully, wha-‘

‘I’m not pregnant,’ she interrupted before he could even ask.

‘Oh. Okay. I’m...I’ve missed something, haven’t I?’

She chuckled and nodded, ‘yeah. Come on, I’ll tell you when we get home and someone is in bed.’

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‘She down?’

‘Yeah. Two more books later.’

‘Hmm, she gets that from you, you know?’ Mulder said, pulling her close as she burrowed into the covers next to him.

‘I’m not sure where else she’s got to get things from,’ Scully shrugged.

‘That’s true. So...Miss Not-Pregnant? What was that all about at the airport.’

Scully sighed, ‘we were discussing breasts.’

‘Well, what else is there to discuss in the world, really?’

‘Exactly. No, she was asking about why I have them and you don’t. So, I explained breast milk, and we got onto the topic of babies. She was the one who brought babies up, actually.’

‘And I take from her announcement at the airport that she’s not got a problem with the idea of a sibling.’

‘Apparently, she’s worried that if we don’t have another baby my breasts will go to waste.’

Mulder - scandalised - gasped, ‘I would never let that happen.’

She laughed quietly, nodding, ‘I know, but uh, I wasn’t planning on explaining that to her today. So, we talked about the considerations we’d need to think about. Talked about work and homes and what each of us wants. She reckons you want a baby with me because you love me.’

He hugged her closer, ‘that is one perceptive kid, Scully.’

‘I told her it might not happen, but I’m not sure how much of that she actually took on board.’

‘We could always adopt again? I mean, it won’t be the same as with Emily, but if you want another baby and Emily wants a little brother or sister, and we can’t...y’know, then I think adoption’s a good path to go down.’

‘Hmm. Even more to consider then. I think you’d need to start the process of officially adopting Emily. And...adoption agencies prefer to see married couples.’

‘Is that something you want?’

She thought for a moment, interlacing her fingers with his, ‘I don’t know. I mean, yes, of course, but also...the bureau won’t look upon it kindly, and the X-files are already-‘

‘I know. But...we don’t have to tell anyone. Not if we don’t want to. It’s...it’s a big decision. And- I mean, it’s still early days. Realistically speaking, in this relationship. I mean... it’s been, what? Four months?’

‘Mulder, I’m not sure the time matters with us. We’ve been together nearly six years.’

‘It’s not something we have to think about now.’

‘No.’

‘We could, however, start thinking about that baby,’ his hand started drifting down her stomach, playing with the waistband of her pyjama pants before slipping under.

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Could start getting some practice in, even.’

She twisted her head around, hand reaching to brush his cheek, a sad pain lacing her voice, ‘you know natural conception’s never going to be possible with me, don’t you, Mulder?’

He nodded, pressing a kiss to her palm, her wrist, her fingers, ‘I know. Doesn’t mean we can’t still practice. Just in case.’

She laughed as he caught one of her fingers with his teeth, eyes flashing wildly, ‘Mulder, Emily’s in the next room.’

‘Then you’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you?’

Tagging @today-in-fic

[emmapills]

Douce Emilie

The X-Files | Emily CD | Eventual MSR

I had this idea in my head for a while, and wrote the first chapter within a week of asking around to see how it would be received.

This chapter contains MAJOR trigger warnings explained in the chapter notes, but I will include the bulk of it in this post. This topic is one I do not take lightly, and I wrote the prologue from Scully’s POV. CC no doubt took inspiration from traumatic procedures that were forced upon Latina women at the US southern border (links included in chapter notes) and used it because he couldn’t provide a pregnant Gillian Anderson reasonable accommodation. But I digress.

Thank you hellsteeth for the beta 💛

Emily CD. Scully’s abducted, and returns with bit more than when she was taken. Navigating this unexpected change, she closes off most everyone in her life, refusing to talk about it. After her daughter Emily is born, Scully navigates life as a new mom. Mulder is right there to catch her if she falls.

TRIGGER WARNING: medical rape including penetration with a foreign object, needles, sounding, stirrups, and invasive procedures. This content may not be for all readers and is rated explicit for this chapter. Discretion STRONGLY advised.

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tagging @today-in-fic

[sigritandtheelves]

For the 5 headcanon AUs - Emily is there with Scully & Mulder (delivery room? home? whatever) when Scully gives birth to Miracle Baby #3.

This came out in one long brain-dump last night, but I thought I should read over it in the morning with a clear head before posting (it was, surprisingly, kind of fine?). I’ve really wanted to try and write Emily, which I have never done. Not to cross universes, but I think @o6666666‘s little Emily might grow up to be something like this big-kid Em, though I can’t promise this story is as good as hers. In this universe, baby 3 is born around 2006 (because … human anatomy and logic). CW for birth stuff (obvs.).

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1.

They have made this thing work, this family thing. They are even good at it, most of the time, but Scully is so tired these days. Emily, twelve and turning more beautiful by the day, helps them all by getting William ready in the mornings. She wears raspberry lip smackers and purple eyeshadow that Scully only smiles at as she packs their lunches. At the kitchen table, William rocks in his seat until Em lets him pour his own milk. “Careful,” she says, and the little boy nods.

Mulder slides behind his partner (his wife, his first best girl) while she’s chopping up carrot sticks to kiss her neck. He palms her round belly and whispers, “How about today?”

Scully reaches back with her socked foot to wrap it around his ankle. Her deft fingers still the knife, and she leans her head to his shoulder. “Sorry,” she says. “No action yet.”

He makes a disappointed grunt and moves to pour himself some coffee. When the lunches are bagged, he grabs his briefcase and calls out. “Offspring! To the dad-mobile!” And Scully laughs (still laughs after all these years) at his stupid stupid jokes.

2.

In the evening, after dinner, Emily tiptoes into her parents’ bedroom to find her mother curled on her side and reading. Her eyes focus low, on the carpet, on her own feet, and Scully notices. “Hey,” she says. “What’s up?” She scoots back and pats the bed.

Emily sits. She fidgets, fingers in the blanket. Her blonde hair hangs down over her face. After a moment, she breathes deep, sucking in courage. “What if it’s a girl?” She asks.

Scully frowns, grasping to parse the subtext. “Then we’ll have two girls.” Matter of fact is best, she thinks. “You don’t want a sister?”

The wind outside rattles the window: an autumn storm blowing in. Emily shrugs one shoulder. “She’d be yours. And dad’s. Really yours.”

Scully’s eyes fall closed as Em’s meaning washes over her. She sits up, pulls the girl to her—all gangly arms and legs in a cutoff Foo Fighters t-shirt and Chucks. She is growing out of hugs like this, but not tonight. “Emily, you are really ours. You are completely and totally ours, mine and dad’s. The how doesn’t matter to that part of it.”

Against her shoulder, Emily sobs. “But you didn’t know me when I was born. It’s not the same.”

Scully rubs her back. “No,” she says. “It’s not. It’s different. It’s special.” Another choked sob like yeah right, and Scully can only squeeze her daughter tight. “Em, you brought us together. You made us a family.” Fingers over silky hair, knobby knees raised up onto the bedspread, resting against a rounded belly. “Without you,” she says, “dad would probably be out hunting werewolves, too afraid to even kiss me.”

Em pulls back to look at her, smiling now, but confused. “What do you mean?”

Scully shakes her head. “Without you, it might have taken us years, but you made me��� made us… everything changed when we brought you home. Good change. Happy change.” She raises a palm to the girl’s cheek, red with tears. “You will always be our girl.”

3.

When she tells Mulder that night in the calm dark of their bedroom, he is shocked quiet. Rain hammers their windows while they curl facing each other in the blue gloom. “Oh God,” he says. “Poor Em.”

Scully nods, her cold toes pressed into the hair of his calves. “I want her to be there when the baby comes,” she says. “I want her to be part of it.”

“Yeah,” Mulder says. He tugs her to wrap around him while he shifts to his back—her own warm body pillow, heavy belly propped on his waist. He touches it, feels the little bumps and shakes under his fingers. “Oh, Dana,” he sighs. “We’re about to be outnumbered, aren’t we?”

She laughs and kisses the warm cotton of his shirt under her cheek.

4.

The dad-mobile is stalled the next morning by the onslaught of heavy contractions just before seven. “Mulder,” Scully says, and by the way she says it, he knows. They’re ready. They have time. He tells himself these things, but still he sits in low-level panic, waiting for Maggie to come so he can drop the kids at school.

“Mulder, I’ll be fine. You can take them.”

But he shakes his head and holds onto her hips like they are keeping him steady, grounding him here in this moment when they are still just four in the house. Scully sighs and raises her own hands to hook behind his neck. Her blue eyes shine up at him, and she gives him a resigned, affectionate smile. “You’re too good, you know that?”

He shakes his head and kisses her through another contraction, rubbing rubbing at her hips. When it passes, she says “thank you,” and rests her head on his chest. He notices Emily watching them, not with the mild disgust of the pre-teen as he expected, but with a fascinated curiosity. She blushes and turns away when she sees that he’s noticed.

When Maggie comes, he takes only William to school, leaving the three Scully women at home. “Be back soon,” he says. He sees that Emily is holding her mother’s hand and he knows they’ve made the right decision, letting her stay.

5.

They are at the hospital by four p.m., Mulder and Scully and Emily, who checks on her mother regularly and gives her sips of vitamin water. It’s Emily who comes to find Mulder in the hall when things pick up. “Dad,” she says, because he’s had to make some quick phone calls. “Dad, her water broke. She needs you.” He hangs up quickly and follows his daughter in.

Scully won’t listen to the nurses, surprising no one, as she kneels on all-fours on the bed. Mulder rubs her back while she groans through the pain and the pushing. Emily watches them both in awe. She cries, as they do, when the tiny pinking body is lifted to her mother’s arms.

“Oh, you did it,” Mulder says, pushing hair back from Scully’s face. “Oh, baby, look,” because the little face is screaming itself known from a flannel blanket. He helps Scully turn, carefully, to rest on her back. They all peer down at the squirming child, who opens its eyes and shoots a fist out from the covering.

The nurses want to cut the cord, but she holds them back. “Delayed is better,” she says. “Em, come see.”

The girl does, leaning over this new tiny thing with such awe. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

Scully tugs away the blanket. “A girl,” she says and smiles at her other daughter. “Do you want to cut the cord?”

Em looks surprised, glances at Mulder. “Dad?”

“Nah, I got the last one.”

So she does it and feels so proud, feels like this is her little sister, feels the whole weight and duration and strength of her family. She tells Maggie and William everything when they come to see.

“Another girl?” William asks, trying not to seem disappointed. But he is fascinated by the tiny hands and feet.

When the baby sleeps and Dana sleeps and Maggie is readying to take the kids home, Mulder pulls Emily aside. He squeezes her shoulder, then hugs her. “You’re my first baby,” he says. “And I love you so much.”

She nods. She tries not to cry. “Thanks, daddy.”

[iggy-hands]

If I had a nickel et cetera et cetera

[emilylovescookies]

nonfiction!

[lamp2003]

what if they play emily

[derangedrhythms]

Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, from ‘I cannot live with You'

TEXT ID: So We must meet apart You there I here 

[nerd-in-distress]

kevin really got a hot-classical-music-goth-gf by simply mentioning being a virgin and he got to be in a band huh?

[darth-sonny]

soooo today i found out who haley joel osment is....

[astridncs]

Explosions of Love

Summary: Mulder, Scully, and Emily spend their New Year’s Eve together.

tagging @today-in-fic | also on AO3

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Mulder, Scully, and Emily were in the living room eating snacks and watching TV, waiting for the start of the Times Square Ball Drop. Emily was beginning to get sleepy as her head nodded off left to right and she could barely keep her eyes open. Scully suggested it was time for her to go to bed and she protested that she could stay up all night, but her big yawn said otherwise. With a compromise of either Mommy or Mulder reading her a story (“No, Mommy. Two stories, please?”) – two stories – she’ll stay in bed until she falls asleep. Of course, the four-year-old chose Mulder. Scully just smiled and told her good night, and the little girl leaned in to kiss her before raising her arms to be picked up by Mulder. Scully watched them go to the toddler’s bedroom and she thought of how much her daughter loved her partner, and vice versa; they were like two peas in a pod and were inseparable.

After Mulder had read two stories, Emily was already fast asleep on his chest. He quietly chuckled as he remembered how the toddler defiantly said she won’t fall asleep earlier. Not minding the drool that was wetting his shirt and the way Emily was curled against him like a pill bug, he simply kissed her strawberry scented head and mused at how much she was like her mother. She was a mini-Scully through and through.

It was a little bit of a challenge situating her on her bed. After a couple of whimpers and some tears, Mulder was able to settle the little girl in bed. He covered her with a blanket and kissed her forehead before whispering an ‘I love you, Em’. He tucked her stuffed pink unicorn next to her before moving to turn her nightlight on. The ceiling and walls were illuminated by stars, moons, and planets; it’s quite clear who bought the nightlight. Mulder quietly left the room, making sure not to wake the sleeping girl.

Entering the living room, Scully was still on the couch watching TV, eating what was left of their snacks and sipping some wine. She looked relaxed and amused as she watched montages of what was happening in Times Square. When she noticed him, she smiled at him and patted the space next to her.

“You were gone long,” she remarked, sipping on her wine. “Did she go down alright?” she asked.

“She went down alright, but it was hard getting her off me and transferring her to her bed.” Mulder explained. Scully snorted a bit and looked at him affectionately.

“You’re so good to her, Mulder. To the both of us.” She said, suddenly getting emotional.

Mulder took her hand with his and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss on her wrist.

“That’s because I love you both.” He softly said.

Tears gathered in Scully’s eyes and she let out a sniffle. She was thankful for him; for everything he has done for her and Emily ever since the adoption. He had stood by them and loved them. She never asked him to do any of those things, but he did them anyway, and Scully was eternally grateful.

“Thank you, Mulder.” She said to him.

“You are most welcome, Scully.” He said. “I’d do anything for the both of you, don’t ever forget that, okay?”

Scully, lost for words, simply nodded. Her eyes scanning his face and landing on his plump, wet lips. Mulder, noticing this, slowly leaned in and as they were halfway through meeting each other’s lips, a cry echoed from Emily’s bedroom. They let out a sigh and chuckled as they rested their foreheads against each other’s.

“I swear she has the most impeccable timing.” Mulder groaned and Scully laughed.

The crying continued and Mulder got up from the couch and went to see to their girl.

Entering the bedroom, Emily sat on her bed, tears streaking her red, chubby cheeks. Her hair was disheveled from sleep and she rubbed her eyes as she cried.

“Hey, Bubba, what’s wrong?” Mulder asked as he approached her bed. He sat down by the foot and Emily immediately crawled to him, arm wrapping around his neck and he rubbed her back as she whimpered and cried.

“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here.” Mulder comforted. Emily shook her head against his neck,

“Boom, Mulder.” She whispered, tightening her hold around him.

Mulder realized she was talking about the fireworks from the distance and he kissed her temple.

“Oh, bub, it’s okay. They’re just firecrackers.”

Emily sniffled, “But they’we scawy, Mulder. And loud.” She said, and when another set of firecrackers and fireworks exploded, she cried out and her hold tightened once more. Mulder was afraid she might choke him.

“I know, but the fireworks are beautiful,” he softly told her. He felt her shift a bit and look at him with the classic Scully eyebrow. “They are, bub. You wanna see?” he suggested.

Emily nodded, but then asked if they could watch them with Scully. Mulder said yes and carried her out to the living room.

Scully was waiting for them on the couch and she stood up when they entered. Emily immediately reached for her, and when she was in her arms, the toddler wrapped her arms around her neck. She looked at Mulder questioningly and he mouth ‘fireworks’. She nodded her head and slowly walked towards the window.

“Look, pumpkin.” She said, pointing to the colorful lights that exploded in the sky outside their window in the distance. “Aren’t they pretty?”

Emily twisted her body in her mom’s arms to face the window. The firecrackers and fireworks exploded outside and while they did look pretty and colorful, she still covered her ears at the sound.

“Loud, Mommy.” She whimpered and Scully laid her head on her shoulder.

“I know, baby,” she whispered. She feared the sounds reminded Emily of something else and she looked at Mulder with concern. “How about we snuggle on the couch and wait for the ball to drop on the TV, huh?”

“Okay.” Emily sniffled.

Emily was still in Scully’s arms when they sat on the couch. Her thumb making its way to her mouth and neither her mom nor Mulder made a move to tell her not to do it. The little family watched and waited for the ball drop. When the TV announcer began the countdown, Emily perked up and sat up straight on Scully’s lap and joined in with the counting.

“5…4…3…2…1. Happy New Year!” she exclaimed. Her eyes lighting up with joy like the fireworks outside. She turned to her mom and Mulder, and the adults pressed kisses on both sides of her cheeks. She giggled in response and clapped her hands.

“Happy New Year, baby!” Scully said. “I love you.”

“I wuv you, Mama.” Emily said, hugging her mom. “I wuv you too, Mulder.” She said to Mulder who scooped her in his arms.

“I love you too, Bubba. Always.” He told her, kissing her cheek once again, then blowing a raspberry on her neck making her roar with laughter. Scully joined in, laughing. She was amused by the scene before her that it made her tear up a bit.

Emily, with her impeccable timing and obliviousness, wiggled her way out of Mulder’s arms and ran to her bedroom saying she needed to greet her stuffies a happy new year. Both adults watch her scamper off and when she was gone, Mulder looked at Scully who had tears brimming her eyes.

“Hey,” he said. “Happy New Year.” He told her with a smile.

She smiled a bit and grabbed his hand. She intertwined it with hers and looked at the perfect fit before saying: “Happy New Year, Mulder.”

He grinned at her at tilted her face before kissing her on the lips. They were so engrossed at each other that they didn’t notice Emily has returned from her bedroom, unicorn stuffy on hand.

“Ewwww!” the four-year-old exclaimed, covering her eyes.

Mulder and Scully pulled away and laughed. Scully watched Mulder get up from his seat and chased Emily around the living room. Laughter filled the apartment while fireworks exploded outside in all colors. She hoped the next year would be great one.

[scullysexual]

31 Days of Fictober (5/31)

autumn prompts | emily au | second person scully pov | g | wc; 785 | ao3 | fictober day 5 |

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I changed my posting time otherwise there'd be too many scheduled posts.

Pumpkin Cookies.

“I made pumpkin cookies! Want to try one?”

The smell of pumpkin spice floods your nose pleasantly as you enter your apartment. It’s clear someone has been baking; the room that bit too warm, the comforting smell that wafts about the air reminding you of your childhood stuck on new bases but the familiar smell of your mother baking something in the oven always present no matter where you went. Years later and it still has the same affect of producing a warmth in your belly and making you feel at home.

“Mommy!”

A small, strawberry blonde head runs around the wall partition towards you.

Dressed in an apron too big she almost trips over it on her way over to you, there’s a speck of orange powder on her nose and is that flour in her hair? You shake your head, regardless though, Emily is positively radiant right now; happy and smiley in ways you’ve never seen before.

“I made cookies!” the little girl cries, sounding proud.

“I think you’ll find I made them, Em.” Mulder rounds the corner, looking to be in a similar state as Emily- flour in hair and all. You dread to think of what state your kitchen is in after these two have been let loose in it.

Emily rolls her eyes at Mulder’s correction.

“Yeah, but I put the chocolate chips on them,” she proclaims as if that’s the hardest part and she should be made Head Baker for it. You find yourself laughing at the exchange.

“That you did, Em,” says Mulder with a smile that makes your stomach tingle.

“Do you want to try one?” Emily tugs on your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen. You allow yourself to be led by the child, Mulder following behind you both.

Despite the appearance of your bakers, your kitchen has been cleaned up well; pans and bowls washed and drying on the drainer, surfaces wiped clean. You had no complaints. The cookies, themselves, sit piled on a plate in a very photo-esque kind of way, surprisingly untouched by small hands about.

“Mulder says you can have the first one,” Emily tells you.

“Thank you,” you say with a smile to Mulder and reach for one. As you take a bite Emily adds with a mischievous grin.

“That way if they taste bad we’ll know without having to try them first.”

Mulder gently, with very little rebuttal, pats her arm.

“Emily!” he says with fake admonishment. “You weren’t supposed to tell Mommy that.”

The cookies aren’t bad at all, the perfect mix of crisp and soft. While you’re not the biggest fan of pumpkin-flavoured foods you nibble on the cookie pleasantly.

“She likes it,” Emi says impatiently. “Can I have one now?” she asks Mulder.

“Go on,” he encourages.

She reaches up and grabs the whole plate, scampering off because anyone can stop her.

You’re about to yell to her but Mulder beats you to it.

“Not all of them!”

You close your mouth and he looks at you in shock, almost like he’s just remembered you’re here.

“I’m sorry,” he apologies. “She’s your daughter, I shouldn’t…”

“It’s okay,” you say. She’s yours, too, you want to add but that would be too forward and not to mention inappropriate.

He reaches a hand towards you, brushing something off your face. The contact makes your cheeks warm.

“You had a…a crumb,” he says awkwardly.

As reflex you quickly wipe your hand over your face.

“I should probably go,” he says and you note your disappointment. “You only wanted me to watch Em while you were out and you’re back now so…”

You’re about to nod when a little voice calls from the living room.

“Mulder, sit next to me! The movie is about to start.”

Mulder looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Mulder needs to go home now, sweetie,” you say.

Emily looks at the clock as if she can read it.

“No he doesn’t. And don’t say he needs to feed his fish because he did it this morning- I asked.”

Mulder laughs and you can’t help yourself either, your little excuse being found out.

“Do you mind?” you ask.

Mulder shrugs and makes his way to the couch where Emily sits. She lights up when she sees him and moves along to make space for him.

“Mommy, you too,” she instructs, patting the other empty space beside her.

You sit down, watching with your heart full of love at the way Emily snuggles into Mulder’s arm.

“You should move your fish into here, Mulder,” she suggests.

“Then I’ll be lonely,” he counters.

After a time of time passes, Emily ends her argument with a final statement.

“Then you should move in here, too.”

[freckleslikestars]

In Languorem

Emily’s sick and Mulder takes care of her, set in my Emily lives universe

1400 words, read here on AO3

‘Mommy?’ the small voice broke the silence of the room, the dim glow of the nightlight in the hall filtering through the crack in the door, ‘Mommy, wake up.’

‘Em, what is it?’ Mulder lifted himself on his elbow to see over Scully’s sleeping form, locking eyes with wide, watery blue eyes.

‘I don’t feel well.’

‘Okay, Baby,’ he nodded, sitting up and slipping out of bed, walking round to where Emily stood, placing his hand on her forehead and nodding, ‘you’re warm, aren’t you?’ she just groaned and he nodded again, brushing his hand round to the back of her neck to check for any lumps, breathing a relieved sigh when he felt nothing unusual, ‘come on, Baby, let’s go outside so we don’t wake Mommy,’ he whispered, scooping her into his arms and carrying her out of his and Scully’s bedroom. He got no further than two steps when she pulled back from him and heaved, covering both of them in her half-digested dinner. Emily promptly burst into tears and he hushed her as he stepped into the bathroom and flicked on the lights, ‘hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.’

‘I’m sorry, Mulder,’ she snivelled as he perched her on the toilet seat, brushing tangled hair back from her face and reaching over to the sink for the washcloth Scully had left drip-drying on the edge.

‘It’s okay, Baby. You couldn’t help it,’ he mopped at her face before looking down at each of their soiled pyjamas. Despite having made progress in the past few years with bath time for Emily, he was certain that right now, in the middle of the night when she was still half asleep and not feeling well, a bath would not be a simple procedure, so he pulled the shower door open and turned it on, leaving it to warm up whilst he returned to Emily. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up, huh? Arms up,’ he smiled softly as she wriggled out of her pyjamas with his help, then shed his own, grabbing Emily’s strawberry shampoo from the edge of the bathtub and helped her under the warm spray.

Showers, for Emily, were something that only ever happened on Sunday mornings before church with Scully, or occasionally with Mulder when breakfast had resulted with jam everywhere and everyone was late for work and day-care.

He soaked her hair through, massaging the sickly sweet strawberry shampoo into her scalp. She giggled when he sculpted her hair into spikes before she covered her eyes with her hands and tilted her head back at his request to wash out the lather. ‘All gone,’ he said with a tap on her head, ‘hand?’ she proffered her cupped hands and he dropped a tiny dollop of Scully’s lavender dreams shower gel into her palms in the hope that the scent might help her sleep. Whilst she sudsed her little body up he scrubbed shampoo through his hair and, with a shrug, also used Scully’s lavender shower gel. ‘All done?’

‘Uh-huh,’ she nodded sleepily and he smiled, shutting the shower off and picking her up so she didn’t slip on the tiles. Grabbing two towels from the radiator he swaddled her in one and wrapped the other around himself before picking her up again and carrying her through to her bedroom, turning just the lamp on her bedside table on.

‘You feeling better, little monkey?’

‘Bit.’

‘Okay,’ he nodded, ‘you pick some pyjamas out whilst I get some for me.’

He came back in joggers and a clean t-shirt, holding a plastic mixing bowl from the kitchen under his arm. Emily was fighting her way into a nighty, somehow managing to get it back to front with an arm through the neck hole and her head through an armhole. ‘Come here, sleepy-head,’ he righted her then sat on her bed behind her and rubbed the water out of her hair with her towel. He ran a brush through it, then platted it the way Scully had shown him to.

‘Can I have Mommy?’

‘No, Baby, Mommy needs her sleep.’

‘Is Mommy sick, too?’

He shook his head, ‘she’s just tired from growing the baby.’

‘Why?’

‘Well,’ he murmured, tucking her into bed and stroking her forehead, ‘you need lots of sleep so you can grow big and healthy, and Mommy’s got to sleep for her and the baby so both of them are big and healthy.’

‘But you’re big and you don’t ever sleep, Mulder?’

He chuckled, nodded, ‘that’s because I’ve done all of my growing. Imagine if I slept any more than I do? I’d be like the giant from the top of the beanstalk.’

‘More like the BFG.’

‘Yeah? Shall I read you some to help get you to sleep?’

‘Uh-huh.’

‘Okay. Budge up,’ he nudged her so she wriggled across and he squeezed himself onto the bed next to her, picking up the book from the bedside table. ‘Where were we?’

‘The BFG had just put Sophie in the Queen’s window.’

‘Ah, that’s right,’ he cleared his throat, ‘Chapter Nineteen: The Queen. Dawn came at last...’

~~~

He was stirred awake by Scully shaking his arm, face tense with concern.

‘Mm, time is it?’

‘About four. What’s wrong with Em?’

Mulder rubbed his eyes, looked over at the little girl sleeping beside him in the warm light of the lamp on the table next to him. She’d been sick once more in the bowl he’d brought through, but otherwise, she’d slept soundly. ‘Stomach bug I think. She’s fine.’

Scully’s concern turned to panic, reaching across to check the back of her daughter’s neck, her arms.

Before she could wake the girl, Mulder caught her hands, clasped them in his own, ‘hey, hey, I checked. She’s fine, okay?’

‘Why didn’t you wake me?’

‘Scully,’ he sighed, easing himself out of the bed and guiding her to the door with a hand on the small of her back. With the door shut quietly to keep Emily sleeping, he turned her around so she was facing him and brushed his thumb along the worry lines across her forehead and around her eyes. ‘I didn’t wake you because you need your sleep. And, more importantly, because I don’t want you to catch whatever Em has,’ his hands dropped to her small bump, long fingers reaching almost entirely across it. ‘If it were something more serious I would have woken you and we’d have taken her to hospital, but it’s not. She’s a child, she probably just picked something up from one of the other kids at day-care or preschool.’

‘Still, she-‘

‘I know, Scully. I know,’ he sighed, pressed a kiss to her forehead. ‘This worrying isn’t good for you or baby, though. Go on back to sleep. I’ll stay with her and we can all take the day off tomorrow and have a sick day, okay?’ he could see it wasn’t going to work, could see her jaw setting and the stubborn look in her eye. Scully was nothing if not protective of her young.

‘Maybe I should stay with her tonight. Just to make sure.’

‘Scully, I’m more than capable.’

A challenging look in her eye, ‘I didn’t know you were a doctor.’

‘No. But in three months there will be a piece of paper saying I’m her father, okay?’ he pulled her into his arms, held her tight and rested his cheek on the crown of her head, ‘you’ve got to let me help from time to time. You’ve got to trust me.’

‘I do, Mulder, you know I do, but-‘

‘It’s hard, I know. She’s your baby. But we have another baby coming that needs you strong and healthy and not having stomach bugs.’

‘I... can you please just bring her through to our room? Have her sleep with us? I’m not going to sleep otherwise.’

Mulder sighed, nodded, pressed another kiss to her forehead, ‘okay. You go lay down, I’ll carry her through.’

And so, with Emily nestled between them, and their alarm clocks turned off, they slept, fitfully, each waking up to check her temperature and her neck and her breathing, just in case. And in the morning Scully called Skinner - whilst Mulder vomited into the toilet and Emily snored in the middle of their bed – predicting that neither her nor Mulder would be in for a couple of days.

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Day 13: Bells

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“Silver Bells”

Sex Education

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