#scully is sad

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [3/?] ⤷ 2.01 — "Little Green Men"

Mulder, even if George Hale only saw elves in his mind, the telescope still got built. Don't give up.

[scullys-girl]

he’s a sad puppy when she’s more than six feet away from him.

[mulderscully]

DANA SCULLY | 5.06

[mulderscryptidbootyshorts]

Fox Mulder is a sad wet cat in a model's body, and Dana Scully took one look at the brilliant sad wet cat man and said “THAT ONE”

[thursdayinspace]

Soooo today's lunchtime smut contains no smut at all. It's also part of a WIP. Which didn't exist before I wrote this, but it does now. This is just feelings. Lots of them.

She’s been meaning to go home for the last hour or so. The fact that she’s still here, on his couch, feet on the coffee table, her body feeling sleep-heavy and her eyes closed…it might mean something or it might not. But here she is. He’s next to her mirroring her position, and she doesn’t think he’s asleep, she’d have heard him falling asleep from the shift in his breathing. It’s warm in here, and familiar. The walls around this house keep the world outside. That was their purpose when they bought it, and it is their purpose now, even if the reason for seeking shelter in here has changed.

She’s been meaning to go home, so why won’t her body move from this place?

When he rolls his head towards her to look at her she can feel it, and she looks back at him through half-opened eyelids and is powerless against the slow smile on her face. “I should go before I fall asleep,” she says, her voice low to fit the dim quiet of the room around them.

“You can’t drive like this,” he says, and something unravels in her chest. The last remaining tension seeps from her tired muscles.

“So it’s okay if I stay here tonight?” It wouldn’t be the first time. She still feels like she should ask. This thing between them has a name, but until one of them speaks it out loud, it has to remain vague. Undefined.

“Always,” he says, and she thinks about how his voice has changed since the day she met him all those many years ago. He’s not the same person, but at same time he is; he’s Mulder.

“Okay.” She closes her eyes again. The affirmation of right now is enough for the moment.

He gets up and she sighs; she was comfortable like this, with the warmth of him a steadying presence against her side. But then his arms slide underneath her shoulders, her legs. “Come on,” he says softly, and she blinks at him slowly as he lifts her.

“What are you—”

“We’re too old to fall asleep on the couch like this.”

Bed, then. She wraps her arms around him and leans her head against his shoulder. “I can walk,” she says, not expecting him to set her down, not wanting him to.

“I know you can.”

She feels small in his arms and it feels good. Out there in the world, she has to stand on tiptoe, spine straight, head raised high, making herself a giant. With him, she can let go. With him, she can be all the versions of herself that live inside her and he will look at her and know her.

“Thank you,” she says. For so many things. For letting her know him.

She thought she knew the ways in which the world could be known. Definable, quantifiable facts. Ever since she met him, he’s made her waver in her certainty. He never questioned the facts themselves, but from the start he asked the same thing over and over: How can you know?

This, them, what binds them together, is the greatest mystery of all. She has the words: love, friendship, loyalty, devotion. A neatly packaged set of ingredients that make up their relationship. But when she looks a little closer, she can’t define the words in any way that satisfies her scientist’s heart.

He kisses her hair and she breathes him in and she can’t put this into any tautological definition, any mathematical equation: a + b = c; Mulder + Scully = love. She can’t find a set of qualities that make up love. It just is. It’s in the way he looks at her, in the way her face breaks into a smile when he calls her, in the way it feels to kiss him. It’s in the way he carries her up the stairs to the bedroom.

“I have to brush my teeth,” she mumbles against his neck and he sets her down gently and follows her into the bathroom.

They brush their teeth side by side, the way they used to, and no time at all has passed since then, except the lifetime that lies between the day she left him and this moment. She has pajamas in one of the drawers of his dresser. She puts on one of his t-shirts instead.

When the lights are off she rolls into him, sticks her cold feet between his legs and rests her head on his chest. He holds her close and doesn’t say anything. There’s nothing to say.

She has no definition for home either.

His warmth becomes hers as she drifts on the edge of sleep. Nothing warms her like he does. She could be happy without him if she really tried. She could live a simpler life. He’s complicated, their life is complicated, and even though it would be possible, she doesn’t want to imagine anything else. She loves him with her entire heart.

“Mulder?” she whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I want to come home.”

He hugs her tighter and the beating of his heart under her ear remains slow and steady. “You are.”

She’d been meaning to go home. And she did. Maybe she knows the definition of the word, in all the ways that matter.

[sarahwatchesthings]

Judging you.

[emilyscully]

So, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself

[thirddagger]

I'm like so normal about the X Files. I'm so normal about it, I just watched Colony/End Game (s2 e16/e17) and like I am soooo normal about it. A bogey Samantha going straight for Mulder, aka the Saddest Boy Alive ("we knew you could be manipulated" he was Crying last scene and his dad seems like he sucks) and Scully and Mulder barely talking in Colony and then Mulder ditching Scully in End Game only for her to save him (in part thanks to Skinner flagrantly breaking FBI rules to back up Scully, I grow to love this man), and like I am sooooo normal about it and I do not keep rambling about it in the tags because I'm so normal about it

[allthngs]

( Black Hole by boygenius / The X-Files: War of the Coprophages, 3x12 )

[jessiesjaded]

Conduit.

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[pookie-mulder]

what if when Scully leaves Mulder pre-revival she accidentally leaves her cross necklace on the bedside table. what if she can’t bring herself to go back there and get it. what if the first time she sees Mulder post-divorce she catches a glimpse of a gold chain peeking out from under his collar. what then huh

[thisisbeefjerky]

fox mulder everybody

[agent-troi]

“mulder don’t you have somewhere to be?” scully baby you know he doesn’t, what is this season one

[thursdayinspace]

fic: all after such a desert (13/13) [complete]

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13

So. This is it. Typing "epilogue" into the chapter title box made me tear up a bit, not gonna lie. It's been such a journey, and I'm truly overwhelmed by all your comments, reblogs, and support. I've loved sharing this with you. I love you guys. Thank you. And until next time. <3 Thanks once again to leiascully for the beta, muldersfingers for the cheerleading, and libbytxf for the title. And thanks to all you lovely people for your reblogs and comments, love you! <3

Summary:

He would rather stick his fingers in a wall socket than hurt or upset her, ever. He keeps waiting for this love to start hurting the way he knows all love hurts at some point down the road. But he’s loved her for years and here they are. Tentatively, timidly, his soul is still reaching for hers, asking it to soothe old hurts and pain. He doesn’t know how he’s ever going to be able to be enough, but he’ll try, he’ll try. And hope that eventually, maybe, one day he will deserve her, if he just tries hard enough.

In which Mulder learns what it truly means to be a whole person to someone.

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