#x files fic

[pookie-mulder]

If anyone wants a fic idea:

Mulder gets roughed up somehow. He gets a minor injury (a scratch on his arm or something) and a more serious injury (bad bruising on his torso?) that’s more easily hidden. He’s a whiny baby about the minor injury, constantly asking Scully to bandage it and kiss it better, but hides the major injury from her. He wants to be loved and taken care of, but he doesn’t want her to worry.

Anyway, Scully finds out about the extent of the damage a few days later and confronts him about it and he’s like “nah it’s all good I promise. all the bleeding is internal—that’s where the blood’s supposed to be!” and she’s like “YOU WHINED FOR DAYS ABOUT THE STUPID SCRATCH LET ME LOVE YOU YOU IDIOT” and then they kiss or smth idk

[thursdayinspace]

fic: all after such a desert (2/13)

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1 / 2

This is a finished fic. I'll be updating as often as I can, aiming for twice a week. Thanks to leiascully for the beta, muldersfingers for the cheerleading, and libbytxf for the title!! I'm sorry that this chapter is a little later than planned. Life, y'know?

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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tagging @today-in-fic

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Don't be shy, drop some fic recs?

Ok ok, I’m always afraid to do this because I hate to forget one and then the author doesn’t get acknowledged but I will do my best. Many of these are already listed by @enigmaticxbee who has heroically compiled numerous lists of fanfic recommendations by category. Many others out here doing that work (thank you!!), so this is very much just a “some things I loved” list. Most are explicit because I love me some smut.

love you but you’re green by wtfmulder - an incredible combination of nostalgia and sex

Contact High by Penumbra - I’m new to the game here, but it’s my understanding that this is a Classic Must Read and it’s for good reason

Suncadia by SisterSpooky1013 - one of the first ones I read, a case file and a getting together story that gave me a whole range of feels and got me excited to read more x files fics

Destined Reckoning by Spark_a_Flame - an AU crossover with a Stephen King book I’ve never read, but it didn’t matter. I’m always here for some post apocalyptic Mulder and Scully

Dropped Call by Phillip_Padgett - the absolute glorious smut this human writes is unbelievable. This is one of my favorites but there are no bad choices, every story is a banger (ha. Hahaha. Sorry)

Tremors in the unshakeable ground by coppersunlight - I’m not alllll about the angst, I’m more of an occasional partaker, but this filled a deep need I didn’t know I had for some goddamn Diana Fowley accountability

Shine On by cecily_sass - every once in awhile I read something with a premise I don’t even expect to like just because I know the author is good, and this one hooked me very quickly. It’s hard to describe what is so compelling: the words, the character choices, I don’t even know, just go read it.

from this morning forward by thursdaysinspace - a charmingly realistic look at how m&s do the hard work to find their way back to each other in the revival. Sweet, sexy, and gives the characters credit for all the effort it takes to make love last.

The X Files - Slip of the Tongue by Skinfull - every week I await the new installment, like a perfect little treat the universe is giving us for being fans

Si Hoc Legere Potes, Liberaliter Educatus by Aloysia_Virgata - so many great ones from this author, but this one cracked me up and gave me some feels too. A little revival therapy

Love and Bearclaws by Edie_Rone - short, sweet, and so so cute. A perfect little vignette

Throwing Good After Bad by oohnotvery - a clever twist on a common trope of the two of them going undercover together. Twists and turns and sex, oh my!

Takeout Interruptus by lonegunga1 - you need an ao3 login for this one. Just a cute funny slice of life in early MSR

Honestly there are so many more so my sincerest apologies to the authors I have read and enjoyed and didn’t properly get into this list - the fault is in my memory not in their work. Hopefully I have left them a comment at one point so that they feel appreciated! Also, all these authors have written many good things, go down those rabbit holes it’s the best.

One bonus, which is not actually X Files at all:

The Adventure of the Lady Detective and the Writer by mldrgrl - a romance saga between Stella from The Fall and Hank Moody from Californication. I was very skeptical and now I am a complete convert, this ship is genius.

[enoughslices]

HEMNES Where the Heart Is

Rating: E Author: thefinestmuffins (on AO3) / enoughslices (on tumblr) Word Count: 3.8k Main Tags: Fluff, Crack, Humor, IKEAverse, Furniture Sex, Fanfiction about Fanfiction Inspired By: home furnishings by @thursdayinspace and POÄNG

Summary: After some time writing sex-focused IKEA furniture reviews, Mulder discovers that he and Scully have fans. 👀

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Tagging: @today-in-fic

[california-112]

December, 1989

A little pre-canon TXF snippet (~350 words) that I'm pretty happy with, so I'm posting it before I think too much about it. Maybe I'll develop it, maybe I won't. I'm just trying to post more fic rather than letting my 75+ TXF WIPs never see the light of day ;-;

TW for mention of child abuse/neglect but it has a happy ending I promise

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"So, you goin' out to your parents for the season?"

Mulder laughed hollowly. "Which one?" At Frohike's slightly frozen look, Mulder relented. "I'm sorry, you wouldn't have known. They're divorced. It means I've got quite the choice. The dad who hit me or the mom who neglected me. Hmmm." He faked thought sarcastically, then took a long drink, realising that he may have shared a little too much.

Frohike still hadn't spoken when Mulder put the glass down again, so he made a quiet addendum. "I don't want a pity party. It's just the truth."

"Well," Frohike said, keen to get back on safer ground, "you're welcome to join the three of us, but we're a bit sacrilegious." He made a lopsided grimace. "It's more of an anti-Christmas lunch."

"Don't tell me." Mulder laughed. "The reindeer are drones and Santa's in league with the CIA."

"Military, actually," Frohike said, faking seriousness, "and you'd never believe what he's got in his sleigh."

Mulder shrugged his eyebrows, snorting, and Frohike smiled a little just seeing the younger man's humour. It wasn't as though he walked around visibly bruised, but it had been pretty obvious to Frohike, and probably the rest of the Gunmen, that this kid hadn't had the greatest of upbringings- something in the self-depreciative humour, downward-twisted smile, and ability to shrink into nothing despite being over six foot tall. Now, Frohike learnt part of the truth. Abuse and neglect. Sadly, it tracked.

"Anyway, the lunch," Frohike continued, trying not to dwell on a past he couldn't change, "it's nothing special. We browse the message boards and rip apart old sitcoms over a potluck. Fancy it?"

"Um..." Mulder thought for a moment, wondering if he would be intruding, but Frohike's smile seemed to promise otherwise. "...yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

"The twenty-fifth at whatever time you like." Frohike said, and Mulder was weirdly grateful that he hadn't called it 'Christmas Day'. "Lunch is the main event, but there's Frohike's famous fry-up for breakfast. And remember with what you bring that Langly might feel like being vegetarian."

"I'll add a side of rabbit food." Mulder promised, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in his chest.

[sculderand-mully]

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[grlbutnotwood]

the x files fic idea but it's actually spn fic I wrote 2 years ago.

1950s, Chicago. Lieutenant Scully, just out of the front lines and back in the city as a detective, is investigating strange ritualistic deaths when she comes across the son of the main suspect. The now dead main suspect - and yet the murders don't stop.

Fox Mulder has as much secrets as the town has war-weary soldiers with a drinking problem. He is sly and deceitful, and yet the most sincere person Scully had ever met. He's done awful things and yet he believes that Scully still deserves to be said.

It all goes downhill from here.

(But they still get a happy ending. I only write happy endings, life is awful already as it is)

(Guess who's who originally with spn dudes)

[pennyserenade]

new beginnings

i wrote this quickly for mulder’s birthday. i’ve never written any x files fics before, not really, so i guess you could say this is my first. it’s set in season one, unbeta’d & a product of a spur of the moment decision.

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twelve & thirty-two feel miraculously similar and yet monstrously different to mulder.

even though it’s his birthday, he celebrates for samantha. he goes to work early, clicks around in emails, pours over files with flickering interest and sips away at too many cups of coffees as he waits for scully. while uneventful and bordering on macabre, his gift to her is a brand of brotherly devotion. he doesn’t know where she is, just that she is, and he works with the same dogged determination that landed him in this basement today, the same as any other.

later, when he chances a glance at sam’s photo, tucked away into a manilla folder, he starts to smile a half grin. he misses her so badly. it’s the kind of missing that is half nostalgia and half staggering grief, so he’s got to tuck the photo back away and try hard not to think too much about how badly he misses her.

in another month it’ll be her birthday but it will hurt a lot more to celebrate her then. he probably won’t. doesn’t usually. one year, after sam disappeared, their mother got their birthdays mixed up and he learned that it was easier that way. somehow it seemed if sam could absorb his birthday, take it, what happened seemed less awful because then at least she would’ve had more time being eight. he had felt like he was giving her something back, for all the times he was mean or awful. for all the times he had been unaware that their time together as children was drawing to an end.

sam was always so happy to be getting older, loved reminding him that the day she would be able to watch herself was getting closer and closer. he had hated that; she’d been so bratty about it. so adolescent. he wishes more than anything to hear that snotty whine of hers again. he celebrates her in this way, too: missing her, remembering her. if she has to exist in the liminal space of his mind he likes to make sure it’s familiar to her, painted with as much memory as he can offer.

lately it’s been easier. he’s hesitant to admit why, but he knows why: a certain red headed agent. the odd familiarity comes from her, her inclusion into this world of his. at twelve he didn’t know loss yet. he turned twelve, like he had turned eleven, and ten, and every age before it. at twelve mulder never thought this much of his kid sister in his life, not even when she was pestering him.

scully is not samantha. not at all. he doesn’t think of her in that way, isn’t looking for her to fill that spot. but she does fill a spot, a curious place he hadn’t known was even missing, really, until she’d walked in and taken it. mulder feels like he’s sharing samantha again, as if scully is a friend he’s invited over for dinner and not an assigned partner, and that’s…helpful. he hasn’t told scully much about her, but what he has told her is indefinitely more than he ever expected to. sometimes it feels like he won’t ever have to tell her more, like she will just understand, maybe even learn on her own, as if sam is hers too. not a memory, but a real kid.

what makes today most odd is the way he feels, though: lighter, buoyant. he knows this has something to do with scully too. he tells himself it’s nothing more than a schoolboy crush, that it happened because she’s young and pretty and he’s been stuck in the basement for far too long. he doesn’t go out enough. any man is likely to get a crush on a girl if she’s the only girl he’s seen - aside from the occasional naughty video - in months. he’ll say anything, but he knows there’s only small truths to any of it.

when she comes in, hours after him, she’s wearing a bright colored suit and her hair is down, same as usual. her lipstick is dark today, like she might know it’s his birthday. she can’t but the thought is nice. she smiles when she sees him. he takes off his glass and smiles back.

“you’re in early,” she notes and he nods. he rises from his seat and takes the projector remote in his hand. it’s obvious he’s been waiting for her. it’s my birthday, he wants to tell her, but he doesn’t. he doesn’t know why he wants to tell her so badly (except he does: because he likes her, & wants to tell her everything.)

“there’s this case,” he begins as explanation. already he can see an amused glimmer in her eye. she makes a soft sigh that’s meant to signal defeat, but it’s not defeat. from anyone else this would be a betrayal but from her it’s camaraderie. he wants her to do this with him forever.

he laughs, successfully egged on. she turns off the lights for him and a picture that doesn’t pair well with breakfast pops up. scully’s unflinching and he thinks: my god. nothing about it is improper, not dirty but longing. he wants to ask her to hold hands, maybe even make a blood pact. it’s innocuous, really. with scully suddenly he’s twelve and he’s not in that room, but a different one altogether. samantha is there but she’s happy, a nuisance. and it’s his birthday.

“mulder,” scully says, voice incredulous. the presentation is over and he’s smeared his thoughts on crop circles all over the room. she’s been patient and so has he; he has awaited her scientific mind all morning and like a present he can’t to unwrap it. maybe it is a present. “your theory is a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”

he smiles. “c’mon scully, go easy on me this morning. it’s my birthday.”

suddenly it’s out. he’s thirty-two and he’s twelve and he doesn’t mind remembering he’s having a birthday this year.

“happy birthday, mulder,” she says. “i didn’t know.”

her eyebrows furrow like they do sometimes when he’s giving her something to think over. a piece of evidence. a body. today it’s just him. he likes being her object of study.

“you do now. hopefully it’ll make packing for this all the easier,” he tells her, shutting off the projector. “i’ve got a feeling about this one, scully.”

“but mulder—“ she interrupts, beginning her earnest counter argument. as he listens to her try to debunk those crop circles he had compiled and worked out into an entire case, he can’t help but think: this is the best birthday i’ve had in decades.

[spurious]

This is in my head so write a drabble of your choice thanks please danke

Scully/Skinner melancholy vibes my beloved:

Safety has always seemed hard to come by in their line of work; out of reach for two agents in particular, so Walter knows to appreciate this moment, to cup it between his palms like a precious, fragile thing.

Dana had called him, had asked that he come get her—something that’s occurring more often now, Mulder’s absence just as large as his presence, and Walter had been halfway to the parking garage before she’d even told him where she was.

Now, she’s dozing against the window of the government-issued sedan, looking small and vulnerable as she curls into herself, body shifting with the bumps in the gravelly country road. He didn’t ask how she’d gotten out here; he’ll get the report later, and anyway, she needs to rest.

Driving through the night, raindrops drizzling against the car windshield, Walter wishes he could freeze this moment, this safety; wishes he could promise to keep her safe and know it to be the truth rather than just wishful thinking.

[racicoricofalapatorius]

Scully Meets Mulder's daughter ( Mulder x daughter! reader)

1035 words - you sat there in class just counting down the seconds until you were finally free. Five, four, three, two…two and a half…one! The bell rang and then you grabbed your backpack that was bigger than your own body and ran out the door to make your way down the street. You then reached a building in which you went through the revolving door twice before meeting a familiar face.

“Hey little one!” a man in a suit said from high up.

“Heya Joe!” you said to the security guard. “Can I go up please!?” you said making puppy dog eyes.

“Course kid, hey give me five.” he said which made you run back to slam your hand onto his.

“Bye!” you said from the closing lift.

“Bye.” he replied with a wave.

You went down the hallways doing a little wobbly walk until you reached your dad's office and charged into the door to see him pinning papers up on his wall.

‘’Daddy!” you beamed with delight dropping your bag. He turned around as an instant smile appeared on his face. “y/n!” he said getting down from his desk and then crouching on the floor. “Come here.” he said, extending his arms out to you, you ran forward into his arms and he got up to spin her around.

“hi honey.” he said, holding you and removing your school hat so he could see his daughter’s eyes. “How'd you get In?”

“Joe, the sec-c-rat-y, guard.” you stuttered on the word.

“ohhh. Joe the security guard.” he said moving over to his desk, placing you on his desk as he sat forward holding your hands and looking you in the eyes very eager to hear about your day. “So what did my little girl get up to at school today?” he asked.

“I don't know.” you shrugged.

“oh you don't know?” he uttered.

“Noo.”

“what do you-” he cut himself off to *blow a raspberry* on your wrist “mean…” and another “you don't know.” he continued.

“Daddy stop- stop.” you giggled.

“not-” he continued to blow raspberries in your hair and neck “until you” he blew another “tell me!” he said in a funny voice.

“Mulder?” Suddenly Mulder’s gaze was on the redhead standing in the doorway with her arms folded.

“oh heya scully.” he uttered.

“uh…who's this?” Scully pointed at the little girl sitting on the desk.

“What? That?” Mulder said sarcastically before he picked you up and placed you in his lap before wrapping his arms around you. You fell back into the warmth of his chest.

“Why are you jealous?” he said, making eyes at Scully whilst fiddling with your hands.

“yeah, are you jealous?” you repeated your father’s words making him laugh under his breath.

“She's yours, I take it.” Scully scoffed.

“No, I just picked her off of the street.” he smiled back at her.

“Daddy…” you said in a serious tone.

“y/n…” he said in the same tone mocking you.

“Since when did you have a daughter?” Scully said sarcastically, sitting down in the chair opposite to Mulder’s desk.

“since oh…” he exhaled. “a lovely woman I met called Vanessa six years ago.” *he said with the little girl in his lap as he put his head on your shoulder.*

“Her mom?” Scully inquired.

“Yes, well biologically. In terms of endearment she's all mine.”  he said before kissing your cheek.

“Daddy’s a single parent.” you added.

“Right…” Scully trailed off.

“Hey if you're not gonna tell daddy what you did at school today, why don't you tell agent scully here.” he said in a slight whisper.

“Well…” you tried to think of all the highlights of your day. “I did three pictures-” you were cut off by mulder’s *gasp.* “Can I see??” he gushed.

You giggled before looking back at him in his eyes “No daddy they're at school.”

“Aw.” he said, rather disappointed, slumping in his chair.

“and I played I spy with my little eye and….oh! I won at hop-scotch.” you went on.

“oh wow!” he smiled at you.

“A very packed day, huh?” scully asked.

“What did you guys do today?” you looked between both of them being very polite in asking.

“uh well….” Scully didn’t finish as she didn’t quite think catching a man who cut off people’s ears before murdering them wasn’t exactly child appropriate.

“Did you catch an alien????” you asked so excitedly, you almost jumped off of your father’s lap. Mulder gave scully a look as if to say ‘don't tell her Santa isn't real’.

“uh yeah…yeah we did…” she simply answered. *You looked at scully as if you needed to hear an epic adventure story. “*a great big green bug eyed monster!” Scully laughed, making you *giggle.*

Scully smiled at the little girl.

“Daddy, what's for dinner?” you asked.

“Well honey it's a choice of sausages and mash or mash and sausages.'' *he said, stroking your hair out of your eyes.*

“Oh how will she decide?” Scully shook her head.

“Hmm…” you thought before beaming “mash and sausages!”

“Alright, sausage and mash it is!” Mulder nodded.

“no daddy!” you shook your head.

“hmm? What? Oh! Oh!” he said mockingly, shaking his head back at you. “Right yes, mash and sausages!” he smiled.

“Yes!” you agreed.

“sorry. Right.” he apologised. “Come on honey up up up!” *he said twirling the girl onto the floor before packing up his stuff.*

“oh you're going?” Scully asked.

“uh…yeah I gotta get this one home.” *he said picking up your backpack and slinging it over his arm and then putting a hand on your shoulder.*

“ya know? Feed, washed, movied and bedded.” he explained to Scully.

“Movied?” you looked up, eyes wide.

“yeah honey I got Alice In wonderland for you.” he said softly.

“yes! Thank you daddy! I love you! I love you! I love you!” *you said hugging your father's legs.*

“I love you too, y/n.” he grinned before grabbing your hand gently. “Come on sweetie. Say bye-bye to agent scully.” he said softly.

“Bye bye agent Scully.” you smiled sweetly turning back to wave from the door.

“Bye bye Agent scully.” Mulder said, making eyes at scully before turning to go home with his daughter. 

[scullysstrapblog]

If I was even remotely capable of drawing people without making them look weird, I would absolutely draw Lily from A Bug In Time. Unfortunately I can't 😭

[pookie-mulder]

August 2024 fic roundup

This was truly the month of the longfic. And to think I only read short fics until @skelavender showed me the error of my ways!

📰🖋️ Paracelsus by prufrockslove

One of the biggest txf fics ever, and I absolutely devoured it. I loved reading it right after Hiraeth and seeing all the little nods to their past lives. This author knows how to spin a yarn, guys. My one complaint is the never-ending miscommunications towards the end, which is never my favorite source of drama/conflict. Just talk to each other, you idiots! (Although they have those moments in canon, as well, I suppose.)

⚾️🏟️ A Moment in the Sun by prufrockslove

I will remember this fic for the rest of my life. It’s the type of fanfic you want to write fanfic about. It makes me wish I knew now to print and bind my own books. The universe is so rich and developed. Definitely in my top 5 of all time!

Here’s a list of things I love about it:

William. My precious, bratty British boy.

The way the plot includes elements of the mytharc but put together in a different way so you don’t know exactly how it’s all gonna come together

Emily!! You know I love a good Emily AU, and this fic certainly counts. I’m a sucker for a found family, and this fic delivers.

Josh Exley my beloved (and Arthur Dales, but the other one)

Dad!Mulder. The man is an absolute DILF. He tries so hard to overcome his shortcomings and be the father his kids need.

Frohike. His job as an eccentric baseball manager suits him surprisingly well, and his characterization is on point.

The little nods to canon, including episode titles and locations.

The insinuation that all of PFL’s AUs take place in the same universe (as Mulder said, “It has to take more than one lifetime to learn to love someone this much.”)

The only thing I’m not zazzed about is the ending. It kind of just…ends? I would’ve loved an epilogue or even a sequel (or a 12-book series).

🏫📸 Dr. Scully’s School for Exceptional Boys by prufrockslove

Oh boy. This fic is a tangled mess of emotions and betrayal and shame and guilt and love and promises and sacrifices and, most of all:

Definitely recommend.

👒👩‍🔬 The Regency Files by @slippinmickeys

I needed something that needed less mental energy after 4 massive PFL fics in a row, and this one delivered! It’s sweet, romantic, elegant, and has just enough of a plot to keep you interested. If you’re a fan of historical AUs (as I am now, I guess), this one’s a must-read!

🛌🍷 The Reunion by @muldersfingers

Absolute trope-y goodness without feeling too cheesy or predictable. My favorite part is how much they laugh and tease each other when they finally make use of that one bed ;)

🐶🥇 underdog takes the title by @wtfmulder

MSR’s first time is sweet, silly, and giggly. Mulder is absolutely pathetic and pitiable, which Scully finds hot (same, girl). It absolutely melted my heart!

👶👨‍🍼 the bitter and the sweet by @xf-cases-solved

What if baby William was a girl? What if they named her after Samantha?

Absolute perfection. This is how season 8 should have ended!

🏔️🌲 The Mountain Man and A Deadly Hunger by aka_Jake

This historical AU takes place in the same time period as Paracelsus, but it’s so vastly different in its setting that it’s unfair to compare them. In this one, Mulder is a Montana mountain man who smuggles arms to the Native Americans, and Scully hopes to become an army doctor in a nearby frontier town. It’s a classic Wild West romance with plenty of drama and conflict. I love how each of the characters feel like themselves, especially Scully, who retains her headstrong independence despite social norms.

🔙🥩 The Mastodon Diaries by aka_Jake

Mulder and Scully travel back in time to the Pleistocene era and must rely on their wits and each other to survive.

This is one of those fics that changes you as a person. I will be thinking about it for a long, long time. It broke my heart a thousand times and then lovingly stitched it back together. There were so many moments that took my breath away.

The portrayal of prehistoric humans is especially incredible — they’re so well-thought out, and their culture is so rich and developed. Even though 12,000 years separates us, we’re not so different from each other in the end. I absolutely fell in love with the native OCs, which is a compliment of the highest order. I already miss them!

Anyway, it’s like this fic was created in a lab specifically for me. It has all my favorite tropes and story elements: wilderness survival, historical AU(ish), soooo much whump and caretaking and hurt/comfort, found families, Dad!Mulder, and a surprising amount of romance. If you haven’t read this one yet, I’m begging you to give it a try!

🇦🇶❄️ On the Verge by aka_Jake

This fic fits into one of my favorite canon holes: How did Mulder and Scully get back from Antarctica? I love reading everyone’s different takes on this missing scene/plotline, and this one is no exception!

[thursdayinspace]

Fic: coffee and pancakes

Rating: T

Words: 1,881

Another instalment in the "all the ways they could get married" series that can - as always - be read as a standalone. These fics are not in any way connected. This one is set post-revival. I tried something different with this one. You'll see. I'd been struggling with figuring out how to make this one different until I was hit by one of those 2am revelations that had me scribbling away on the notepad I keep on my nightstand for that very reason, and I was very tired the next day, but that's okay.

Summary:

It’s amazing, he thinks, how quickly you can get used to things just because they feel right. It’s been no more than a few weeks since they unpacked the last of her boxes; there hadn’t been many to begin with. She had left a lot of stuff behind when she’d moved out and barely acquired new things during the time she’d been away. Everything is back where it belongs now.

or: Scully has moved back in and Mulder is realizing that a home is not just four walls and a door.

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I'm a sucker for those fics where they start having sex but they don't actually discuss the change in their relationship, or even acknowledge it. Do you have any recs? Phone sex as well!

Oh, fun! I don’t have a huge list for this, but I definitely have some that came to mind immediately. I’ll reblog with more if/when I find more. We’ll start with a category I secretly think of as “Let’s pretend this never happened (until next time)”. All NSFW:

Inspection by IngridGradient - in contention for my favorite in this category and maybe just in general. M&S decide it’s very important to check each other for ticks. Very, very thoroughly. This fic lives rent free in my head; I hope it never moves out.

Incrementum by lepusarcticus - hook ups throughout the years that go (mostly) unacknowledged or ignored, at least at first. This arguably only sort of fits the category, but it’s just so good

When The Lights Are Off by storybycorey - a little unspoken late night shenanigans

And for those who want some phone sex:

Dropped Call by Phillip_Padgett - a work of smutty art

Telephone by Phillip_Padgett - in a secret secondary category that I sometimes think of as “go the fuck to sleep, Agent”

On The Line by icedteainthebag - a little established relationship phone sex

The Ehrlenmeyer Flask by Skinfull - part of the ongoing first time for every episode series

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fic prompt: "if your knees are game then so am i" from this post from @laurencem (thank you so much for the prompt!!) (omg i guess we're really doing this lollll okay everybody buckle up)

try it bite it lick it spit it

Author: thefinestmuffins on AO3, enoughslices on tumblr Rated: E Word Count: 5150 words Status: Complete Some Tags for Vibe: Smut, Oral Sex, Humor, PWP, Feelings, Banter, Happy Ending Summary:

In the course of an investigation, Scully ends up perched on Mulder's shoulders. One thing leads to another... _______

There isn’t a ladder in the old warehouse.

Local law enforcement taped off and cataloged the crime scene weeks ago, but they’d somehow overlooked a little loft space near the ceilings. It’s just a small, shadowy nook, easily missed, at least ten feet up off the ground.

“No ladder,” Mulder says, hovering unnecessarily close to her ear.

“No ladder.” Scully shines her flashlight up at the ledge, but the beam of light reveals nothing but motes of dust.

“Maybe I could, uh…” Mulder scrunches up his face in consideration, then shrugs. “Boost ya?”

“Boost me?”

“If you climb up on my back, piggyback-style, then sit on my shoulders, chicken-style, and get your hands planted over the edge, then I’ll help push up your thighs so you’re —”

“So help me God, Mulder, if the next words out of your mouth are doggy-style —”

“Scully!” Mulder whistles a low, scandalized whistle, but his eyebrows are delighted. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I was going to say no such thing!”

She rolls her eyes. “So that’s your best idea? Boosting me?”

He simply smirks. “I’m game if you’re game.”

“If your knees are game then so am I.” Before she can overthink it, and before Mulder can say any more about animal-based body positions or make any quips whatsoever involving game or livestock, Scully starts to hike up her skirt.

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[california-112]

Fallen And Lonely

First, watch and give some love to this EXCELLENT short vid by @dicebarnart, which has lived rent-free in my mind ever since I first saw it a couple of days ago. There was a request for fic to go with it, and this is that :) It's about 700 words, just a slightly overgrown snippet. The title is from 'Someone To Stay' by Vancouver Sleep Clinic because the next lines are 'Will you fix me up? / Will you show me hope?' and YES SHE WILL. Anyway.

Dedicated to @azure-firecracker who tossed this prompt my way and who is the BEST. I hope you enjoy it <3

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Something had happened.

There was a pair of squad cars and an ambulance, their red and blue lights staining the night in turn, and there was a handful of cops standing about, taking evidence photos and speaking with the pair of EMTs.

And there was Mulder.

Sitting on the hood of a police car, one arm sat curled around his ribs, and his head was bowed as he listened to a nearby officer's question. When he looked up to answer, though, the sight presented to Scully caused her to speed up what had previously been a dread-filled, almost hesitant, approach.

Mulder's mouth was a messy blood-red stain in an otherwise pale face, lips swollen and thankfully split; 'thankfully' only because any other alternative, given the arm still around his stomach and his hunched over posture, she refused to consider. His right eye socket was already filled with angry red bruising, which would no doubt develop and expand over the coming hours and days, and she has no doubt that there was more under the usually pristine black suit. This was now crumpled and slightly ripped, dusted with grit and dirt, and patched with mud and water, which glimmered darkly in the glare of the lights.

He was a mess.

The police officer beside him saw Scully approaching, guessed this must be the FBI guy's partner, and clearly read the expression on her face: overriding worry, with a slightly reduced panic and a simmering anger at the perpetrator of the violence. He made himself scarce, knowing that the two would want a moment alone.

Scully stopped just short of touching Mulder's shins, and caught the eye contact that he, surprisingly, offered. What she saw there was exactly what she had heard over the phone earlier that night: mainly pain, but also deep exhaustion- and a definite element of surprise.

"Mulder…"

It was the only word she could manage, her throat already constricting as tears sprung to her eyes. He managed to return a look that was equal parts shock and relief, but she only saw a moment of it; being careful of his ribs, she pulled him into a fierce hug, pressing her mouth against the scratchy fabric of his shoulder, desperately trying not to cry.

They were quiet for a minute, among the flashing red and blue of the police cars. If anything, Scully expected the silence to be broken by a question or a joke, not by a quiet, serious statement in a scratchy, tired voice, vibrating beside her ear and through their touching chests, Mulder's still-stiff muscles practically thrumming with the words.

"You came."

He had phoned her almost sheepishly, not really wanting to disturb her so late at night, not sure if his situation even warranted it. They hadn't hit him that hard; he could still see well enough out at least his left eye to drive, and he was pretty sure his ribs were just bruised, not broken. They didn't really know each other that well yet, he'd thought; she would probably just tell him to phone the hospital instead, and maybe call him back in the morning. There had been some serious deliberation before his throbbing head finally made the decision, taken out his cell, and been grateful it only needed a single press of a button.

He hadn't expected Scully's voice starting to quaver as she wheedled information from him, asking where exactly he was, if he was still in danger, telling him to stay put and awake. He hadn't expected this.

Hearing Mulder's words, particularly those two words, half a question, Scully hugged her partner even tighter, if that were possible. She felt, passionately, that she never wanted him to leave the safety of her arms ever again. She wanted to yell at him for running off, to plead with him not to keep doing this, to lock him away in the basement office where he could never get hurt. But instead, she took half a moment to get a hold of herself, then replied with a simple sentence of her own, spoken to him via the hands crumpling fist-sized marks in the back of his already ruined jacket. It would never cover the depth of emotion she needed him to feel, but it was a start.

"You called."

Beneath her arms, in the warmth and safety of the embrace, Mulder finally melted.