They Made Out After

When u want ur hair to give season 3/4

But instead it’s giving pilot

In honor if this olympic season everyone should read this fic by @slippinmickeys

I just finished it while rewatching yesterday’s argentina v us field hockey game was very good (basket ball player mulder and field hockey player scully?)

Ficlet based on this post by @unremarkablehouse speculating about conversation between never again and memento mori. In this they didn’t talk at all between.

Mulder was about to leave for work when his phone rang. “Mulder.”

“Hey, Mulder, it’s me.” Scully said on the other side of the phone. He was still a little mad at her for putting herself in danger and bailing on the case. He knew she was still very mad at him for sticking his nose where it (arguably) didn’t belong.

She was probably already at the office, calling him to tell him that he needed to hurry up. “What?” He asked harshly. Maybe too harshly. Her heard Scully draw a shallow breath on the other end but she remained silent. “Scully, what is it?” He prompted a little more gently. Maybe she was going to apologize, which would give him a perfect chance to do so in turn.

He hated fighting with her. Not initially, not when the adrenaline was coursing through his body and his head was light with anger. Afterwards though, he felt hollow. Felt a pang when he stopped himself for reaching for the phone to tell her about a world war two documentary she should watch, or a tip he just received, or just to say hello. “Can you-“ she started, then he heard a rustling as Scully pulled the phone away from her ear. He heard someone else talking in her side.

“Dr. Scully, we have more scans, if you’d like to speak with Dr. Andrews abouts treatment plan she’s available now, your belongings are in the other room. He heard more rustling.

“Hey. Sorry.”

“Sorry? Scully what treatment plan? Whats going on?” He was frozen next to the door of his apartment, hand on the door knob, as he became vaguely away of the sound of beeping and buzzing florescent in the background.

“Mulder, can you meet me at the hospital?” She said suddenly after remaining silent for another handful of heart beats. His keys nearly slipped from his hand.

“Is this about a case?”

“No,” she responded tersely.

“I’ll be right there, Scully,” he said, opening his door and not bothering to lock it behind him as any feelings of animosity for her melted and drained through his feet back into the ground where they belonged. “I’ll be right there.” And then she hung up on him. Flowers, he needed flowers.

Triangle is so important to me cuz what the fuck do you mean they’re platonic work partners but they find each other in every universe? You thought sad boy Mulder from abduction arc was unhinged? You are not prepared for Scully when Mulder hasn’t called her in 12 hours. SHE PULLS A GUN ON SPENDER IIRC or at least threatens to, we get to see gillian anderson dressed to the 9s in 1940s fashion and then the fact that Scully canonically kisses skinner before Mulder and the poor man is just flabbergasted. And then the end, when Scully is convinced Mulder is delusional and so on drugs that he doesn’t know what he saying/doesnt mean it. OH BROTHER?!?!?

What do you think their relationship was like the few days after that episode, did Mulder remember saying that? Did Scully remember him saying that everytime she walked into his hospital room and when he walked through the door at work for their shitty season 6 background checks?

Also “I suggest you get your Nazi paws off me before you get one in the kisser.” -> “i was expecting a left.” GOLD AHH

Gossamer.org, how the fuck does it work, i’m so confused i am lost without a search feature

They’re MY parents

#Parents

My desire to write vs prework inability to do anything and my laptop on the verge of death

The night she had returned from Philadelphia Scully’s nose bled again.

She wasn’t an idiot.

She knew the signs and resigned herself to booking a doctor’s appointment in the morning. She still, believe it or not, had some friends-turned-acquaintances from her med school days. Among them was Julia Oakes, leading oncologist at Holy Cross Memorial Hospital.

Scully would make arrangements in the morning, go sometime in the next week before work, but for now she laid against her pillow and let the blood pool under her cheek, she’d toss the pillow case in the wash when she got up.

She considered calling someone, expressing her fears, but who would she tell? She couldn’t startle her mother with mere suspicion. Melissa was dead. Charlie was out following in their father’s footsteps and would not be home for several months, as far as she knew. Billy- well. Forget about Bill. And don’t even start about Mulder.

She didn’t think that she would even be able to look at him in the morning. Not out of embarrassment, because Scully wasn’t embarrassed. No. Scully couldn’t face him at the risk of spontaneous combusting from the rage that was coursing under her skin.

And congratulations for making an personal appearance in the Xfiles for the second time. It’s a world’s record.

How dare he. How dare he look at her like he was better than her. Like she was the villain for wanting something and having it go south. Wasn’t that his life story? He wanted to investigate an x-file and ended up getting injured. He wanted to find his sister and only got laughed at.

She was done. Not done with the x-files, she was fairly sure she was about to go down with that particular ship.

No.

She was done with him. She was done trying to be his friend, to help, to be his- something more. It was exhausting and quite frankly he didn’t deserve it and god dammit the blood was leaking in her mouth.

The coppery taste reminded her of rage.

She hated him. She vowed to herself that she would hold onto that rage in the coming months. That she wouldn’t let his akward, soft smile and apologies weaken her resolve,

But as the blood trickled down her neck she disdainfully admitted to herself that it wasn’t likely a promise she would keep.

Anyone who’s read my fics please make specific assumptions about me based off my writing

I love seeing people’s picrew art styles because you can just look at them and be like

“You read homestuck and it was a big part of your life for a few years, you’re not into steven universe but you did watch it, and you had an intense black butler phase in middle school and doodled their eyes over and over again in your spiral notebooks”

THE WAY HE BENDS DOWN TO GET IN HER FACE GRRRR BARK BARK BARK

Doctor/Agent Dana Scully inspecting Agent Fox Mulder.